More Passion, Less Paycheck

by No Weather Talks

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Jo.Linn this is really great stuff, banging guitars, sharp beat, strong vocals, simply the best since Jingo de Lunch and the Spermbirds. if you like this, listen to the Demo and Disintegrator, too! Favorite track: Stock Market Of Self.
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"More Passion, Less Paycheck" 4-song vinyl 7inch out on Gunner Records 26.10.2012!


released October 26, 2012

Recorded by Roland Wiegner at Die Tonmeisterei, Oldenburg, July 2012.
Artwork by Daniel Möhring.


tags: punk Hamburg


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Track Name: Privilege Of Procrastination
on the edge of society, my friend
illusions last just as long as you pretend
you're just the image that you choose
showing off a routine of abuse

today's call to arms is tomorrow's constant false alarm

on the edge of a privilege, my friend
attitude's the key to meet your ends
you're just a sign of the time
a collection of habits in decline
Track Name: Days Of War, Nights Of Not Enough
9 to 5 sold as the permanent solution
to years spent, your head bent
on wisdom speakers hailing from those panels of delusion
your delusion starts
Where life just wouldn't match up
your payments couldn't catch up
crossing the line one illusion at a time
your life just couldn't match up
rebellion wouldn't add up

Is it the truth if you pay to get out of it
held in custody, you're looking for progress at the wrong address
ain't no prison if you pay to get out of it
you hit the streets, looking for progress at the wrong address

this crime scene's your geography of confusion
fuck the tales told, let the action unfold
on this map you charted, history's best left disregarded
you disregarded when
your life just couldn't match up
rebellion wouldn't add up
crossing the line, one illusion at a time
it's a dream, why should you let go
on the team that dares to say no
Track Name: You've Got The Looks, I'm Off The Books
we live on the same currency
both speak in ideology
but when it comes to being free, you just need more thorns than me
in your spiked-up armor, you fake the snake charmer

we're both charged with the same fee
revolt in commodities
but when it comes to being free, your anxiety's on me

history is a drive-thru sign
your misery was the last open slot in line

you and Me we could become the product of damage undone
let's be allies in the war to come
let your walls come undone
Track Name: Stock Market Of Self
your night holds a bottle for each hour of the day
with every phrase that you're offered
you're finding out the hard way
damage done, knowledge won
chances are slim to none
they won't get better when you're gone
taking too long
to never be ok

how many rounds does it take to drown on this tab
how many laps on this track to equal the lack

you're the only shareholder in your self-economy
of every lie that you're offered
this one's last to set you free
keep wearing that coat of questions till the answer hat is here
if nothing else, the end is near