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Recreant S​/​T LP (2013)

by Recreant

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Your Drug tests are just a war on grass! Take away our services Because we wind down with a blunt think your tests expose addicts the folks shooting up can still reep benefits Your war on the poor takes more and more whats missing with this shaft is your fucking head Have we brought this on ourselves distilled in a barrel, a barrel of fear I will shed no tears If you become a headline found dead We are Jonah, you’re the whale I want a fucking light rail! We can do nothing, but watch you fail All homes are now a fire sale! Eyes of glass, a heart of ice Prey on the poor and paralyzed Restricting rights for a price There’s no more playing nice You call this “business?" It’s my fucking life! Take a number and stand. in. line. See how it feels See how your “business” is run when the hospital bed’s filled with someone you love (you fucking cunt) We’ll dismantle the machine that keeps his heart beating Infect him with empathy Demand an apology While that worm’s on his knees We’ll cut you down Piss on your policies Put you on TV and let your constituency watch you bleed.
think you can get away escape from the pain you've made your abuse makes me sick spread your lies, spread them thick you've made a choice to fill your body with filth lie and steal to get what you want what're you taking us for I will always love you, but I am losing hope you're choking you're dying we're trying you're on your last breath you're choking you're dying we're trying let's put you to the test you're choking you're dying we're trying your kid is starving you're choking you're dying we're trying things will never be the same the same as before i’ve run out of moral support for someone who will just resort to easy outs to someone’s luck you’ve turned torrential love into drought we've done all we can you're tearing us apart ripping us limb from limb our pockets are empty your veins are full we're picking up your slack we won't buy your rapture not even your daughter
Thou shalt not Kill Thou shalt love thy neighbor Thou shalt not steal so you start a war instead of helping the poor what are you preaching for Jesus’ Love portrayed through the eyes of these followers worship now, repent for your life what happened to your power to smite Jesus the drunk Jesus the gay your god is love you judge and hate (2x) For the whole law’s contained in one word Love yourself love your neighbor Love over law and your stupid pharisee bullshit
IV 01:47
It’s not just infuriating it’s fucking heartbreaking a culture of vultures and thieves becomes the ruling party United States of plutocracy! making profits selling intangible assets A dollar has no value Beyond what we believe but it determines masters and serfs in this plutocracy I want to bleed the system of. this. false. belief. We are trees our limbs are trembling from the disease of black market lending We trust our educators to give us truth but their mouths are stuffed with dollars I refuse to adhere to their irrational fears i depend not on a system but on a community We have more to offer than a monetary number! We can be free, from systemic greed We need to be, independent-minded Yet know (that) collectively, we are undivided You’ve had your way Now it’s our turn: LET THE MARKET CRASH LET THE BANKS BURN
I’m not the blood I’m not the bread I’m not the amalgamation of lies I was fed I didn’t spit I didn’t swallow I took it to the head and still felt hollow There was no choice There was only fear I had no voice Nothing was real There was this mirror I’d look in, imagine, a world beyond the one I was in Where I could dance, where I could scream I didn’t think I had it in me I had no defense Limited to access to vital knowledge about reality When I went back looked in the mirror I saw her there, like I was near her Reached out my hand, tried to time travel Let her know life will unravel, so beautifully.
I can feel it pushing in The twist of the knife under my skin I’ve Never felt so jaded towards my peers this world is fucked and so are we all these bullshit rants about community us not having each others back is now news to me All these dreadful thoughts pouring out my head I thought I had something else this community is dead false realities flying from our mouths is it for comfort our is our head up our ass? Your Latterman and Spraynard records don’t mean shit you grasp nothing that comes out of it The people of this scene are no different to these people outside our walls But yet I still dream of a better place a true feeling of utopia I’ll continue to do all I can I’ll do my best to weave you out I’ll continue to take care of myself I’ll be fine in the end, with or without



Recreant is a 4 piece D.I.Y. Punk band dubbed as "swampcore" from the swamps of the sunshine state Florida. Recreant throws in a violin over sounds of Crust Punk, Emo Violence, Hardcore, Metal, and Post Metal. These recordings were recorded and mixed at The Hold Tight House in Tampa, FL by our good friend Matt Ostraco in November of 2012. Mastered by Justin Arnold at his house aka No Reprieve Records HQ.

Recreant is and always will be:
Babe Friesen - Violin/Vocals
Cheddar Kleinheinz - Guitar/Vocals
Jesse Beavers - Bass
Tristan Jennings - Drums


released December 17, 2012


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Recreant Tampa, Florida

recreant |ˈrekrēənt| archaic
(noun) a person who is unfaithful to a belief; an apostate.

Cheddar wanted a screamo band, B wanted a grind band, Tristan wanted a crust band, and Jesse wanted a metal band, so we just threw it all together, mixed it with that Florida flavor, our Miami mami Ashley, and made what we like to call swampcore.
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