The Air​-​Conditioned Nightmare demo

by The Air-Conditioned Nightmare

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Anthony Lapalomento & Sam Sykes

This was created in Henry Millers memory.
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released 22 September 2012

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tags: acoustic punk adventure adventure anarcho punk anthony lapalomento diy folk punk henry miller political punk punk the air-conditioned nightmare Baltimore

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Track Name: the air-conditioned nightmare
man fuck this job. i could walk out of here almost every single day, and i doubt anyone would notice. or even be phased. or are you, really different than the asshole that i probably think you are? and just maybe, we can get along if we try.
now without probable cause no cops can come in here, no matter what. not the strength of my fucking door is enough to keep those pigs at bay for long. and there's nothing they can do about this yet, we aren't challenging you at all just leave us alone. after you haven't caught us yet.
the day i die. i will let the truth come out about the rotten things i did while alive.
Track Name: tropic of cancer
there is a sunflower right down the street. growing from solid cement. it is a perversion on man that it even exists. in a world that wont accept. and all of the other flowers in the bed, look suffocated to death. breathing car smog, shit and fumes all day. wishing they were dead. you wouldn't believe what goes on, what goes on in this town. when no ones watching or no ones around. filled to the top, or burned to the ground. its over, its over, its over now. i wish that could have one day. without hearing sirens or people scream. without thinking i am going insane. or wishing you were here with me., i'm fucking cracking up over you.
Track Name: science of sex
run run rabbit you're almost all caught up now. the fox is right on your tail, if you give yourself once. they take all they want, and you give up forever.
that's one, reason why its not working out. if, we try a little harder. stop being selfish, and much more productive this might actually take us somewhere.
run run rabbit you're a fucking disgrace now. the fox is right on your tail. if you slow down now, they'll only catch you faster, they'll only catch you faster.
that's two, times in my life that i thought i was fine, for only a while. it never lasts long, and then it wears off. but at least i can say it put a smile on my face.
Track Name: tropic of capricorn
and you've got it all, all wrong. if you think you're gonna coast off me forever. splash around in the kiddie pool. for just one more minute mom. and let yourself fall apart. become victim to the horrors of the world. and not use you're goddamn hands to help or change a thing. for every second. is another second lost. that we don't band together, get this shit done for fucking once. not inspire anyone, not work for anything. not embrace the world that's all around you, and all its wonders. and all that it could.