same ol shit fuckin broke the roof..... love the sound...the voice and the shadow of the sound..a new creep of sumthin i can place in the past... reminds me of mondo generator...epic travels with this album mannnn..... thank you black button ..thank you no deal....
BLACK BUTTON - REJOICE (side two) 7. Testimony (11:13) You know, they taught me a lot about feeling the Spirit; feeling God in all his power and omnipresence. Lesson upon lesson, as a child, taught to repent for the very acts I had yet to commit, but will someday, inevitably commit in the future. Yes, it’s a positively natural fact that the confusion paired with upbringing is one that all beings to inhabit this earth can without a doubt attest to. And my relationship with the Lord is one that I will never be able to contemplate in an open forum. For this reason, the “feeling” aspect of Evangelism was much more appealing to me. To feel what I felt was something that required very little spiritual fortitude. And because of this, I gravitated to that conceit more willingly in times of trial and tribulation. I know not where I’ll go when I die, though I tend to believe it’s somewhere that has no bounds and far less definitions-somewhere of non-existence most certainly. Although I won’t argue with someone else’s interpretation. For all of us are exactly that-a mass of interpreters. But unfortunately, there can be neither pride nor glory in the act of interpreting-not in the eyes of a God to fear; to tremble below his wrath, in tandem with a total unquestioning love for the Father; for the Savior, his Son; the Son being a much more welcoming visionary, though the two are consequently the same. I claim not to be a follower of Jesus, despite what some of these words may lead you to believe. Yes, though this may be my truth. My other abject truth is that I wish I were a follower of Jesus. For in my few years of stability, I can say I do know how good it feels to be loved by Jesus, and yet I have known but a handful of true disciples in times near and far. Further, I speak only truth when I say those disciples looked, walked, and talked vastly different than myself. They held themselves with a regard of utmost clarity; though, undeniably, it was their humbleness that has forever resonated with and within me. I feel them wherever I go, be it in those cornerstones of here and now, or in the Holy Land of your choice. Yes, their spirit, their struggles permeate in every inch of soil beyond some great transcontinental byway. For they are the ones who created this land. They are the ones whose blood was shed. The Lord is my shepherd, but all sheep will meet the executioner's hand. We are sinners in the hands of a vengeful, angry, and distrustful God, and to live a good life, we must recognize the consequences of each action we take. I accept my actions now and forever, not with pride nor confidence, but with some acclaim that all that has happened will be, and all that was will remain now and forever. Amen, here at last-long talking, and looking into the wind. I greet this mess of mine with some recognition, though minor it may be. I am a child. No, I am a man. Perhaps neither. Perhaps I never was. 8. Great Closing Sleep (15:51) Come believe Come watch The clouds surpass you Obscured by the grasping light Great closing sleep See the trees See how their tops Displace you Touched by the ground’s retreat Great closing sleep Time to meet Time to meet What is uncertain I’ve said my piece in this life Great closing sleep The false build up The stolen time to pay The life lent on prayer I’ve let go I’ve let go 9. Born Unable (18:24) She said Awake, abide These words I crave Still relinquished in vision Pressing thoughts away Until tomorrow We’re doomed To part We’re still Pennies for pay And born this way No drunken water Can make Us start We’re still Pennies for pay And born this way Cast me in the middle Bending to the middle Between belief I’m forced to stay Subjected exposure With no grounds to lay No broken image Consents decay Subjected exposure With no grounds to lay Cast me in the middle Bending to the middle Dreaming of future days Casting stones Back in the cave Born unable Born unable 10. Confidential Report (20:11) And the veil was lifted Bonded into the blood of another Fasted beyond control Heeding the words of the world The weight of this world How it grows How it grows from within Burrowed within arms reach Into that of a merciful host Seeded in strength A pupil planned post copulation A key scored in hand Subjected to implosion A soul made a whole It’s confidential Makes no sense at all Look what you’ve done And this soul Now warmed by recitation How it holds the gates open In the days of tomorrow In the days of Heaven A beaming light led forth A mother once a child Leaning into decision It’s confidential Makes no sense at all Look what you’ve done And all was quiet You were alone Sitting on top of the world Finding yourself again Here today But still gone tomorrow You hold your own truth You know there’s no need for This insistent confusion So why flee in terms of delusion Are these not the days of Heaven I know not what I see It’s confidential Makes no sense at all Look what you’ve done 11. Again (and Again) (22:02) Can’t be this person Again and again Again and again Again And again And Again Won’t be this person Again and again No Don’t go Into the night Bleeding dreamscapes Into my mind Seeking Closure So hard to find Bleeding dreamstates Into my mind Can’t be this person Again and again 12. Prisoners (24:15) Prisoners to stolen warmth and shelter To all unnecessary costs Arise thereafter For the worker is now dead Murdered in a lifetime Bought out by the riches Of mere potentiality And the virtues of Self and determination An afterbirth laid cradled In a flood of virginal blood Worn in semantic morality On a debated and indebted plate Cast out by a crucifix Turned upon itself Polished by the pain of another And now we are nothing Nothing but a shell of dimensions Portioned by the state Gifted in soured triads One for freedom One for value And one for gilded misfortune For we all believe In struggle before celebration And nothing Not a thing in this life is free And this life is the only life So spend what can be spent And savor the deep sleep For nothing is everything And perhaps some good Will be present some day But what good is to come from deceit To live blindfolded by circumstance To bite the hand that never feeds For we never asked To be fed in such a manner By totalitarian dogma We must pity it all A joke A fucking joke What good is an afterlife To believe there’s A daisy-chained field of bucolic dreams Awaiting us in the sky Where is that field now For now we are struggling Each and every one of us Awaiting assistance Buying time with little monetary means Harping on good memory To keep us sober but still distrustful I believe in none of it I believe only in the unifying ethos Of communal construction For these are ideals We all transcend A transcendence that will lead us forth Onward to a brighter future Though the distance seems dark While balanced in the near As time beats into calamity As we fade into simplicity As reverie is met once more And we will fall We will fall into delusion We will struggle Struggle in sight Finding the light Finding the light
i like the way they changed their sound a bit, kinda creepy evil-y and reminiscent of stuff like fashion change. this is goin in my 2023 bangers for sure
Sweet. We need to normalize 20 minute + punk tapes. 6 minute tapes are nifty as a collectible but kind of a drag otherwise imo, especially if you gotta pay shipping on that sucka!
BLACK BUTTON - REJOICE (side one) 1.Rejoice (0:00) ~ 2. Clarity (0:42) The walls beat the floor A great, thunderous roar from Some evil convention Bled into my mind On this fallen morn, and Said “Do it” So I did And I plead with mercy I plead with my own vision Gift me some clarity Everyone needs clarity And I tried To make sense of it all But it’s so hard To make sense of it all Almighty defender Fallen saint I greet you now God of the aftermath God of the wind I greet now Gift me some clarity Everyone needs clarity And I tried To make sense of it all But it’s so defeating To make sense of it all Almighty defender Fallen saint I greet you now God of the aftermath God of the wind I greet now Take tender greetings Place them in the palm of your hand You ivory towered, pseudo-demigod Molded to betray and built from lust Shaped with shivers upon your spine Lingered into a distant lullaby 3. Forever in Time (3:12) And the sky She opened back up With great, bludgeoned eyes Come tomorrow She’ll drink from the cup To drown the fallen cries Know yourself Got to make time for peace Love yourself As we fly away Void of placement She’ll make her way down To familiar ground Sing so sweetly Mother of mine I will not make a sound Don’t make Me suffer Don’t make Me fight Fighting forever in time Don’t make Me suffer Don’t make Me fight Fighting forever in time Don’t make Me suffer Don’t make Me fight Fighting forever in time Don’t make Me suffer Don’t make Me fight Fighting forever in time Fighting Forever in time Fighting Forever in time Fighting Forever in time Dying Forever in time 4. Correction (5:08) Every virtue runs green In fields of deception Great balls of fire Blinding my perception When it’s defined I sink into correction Wilted with time Still a part of me When it’s defined I sink into correction Wilted with time Still a part of me So it’s the passing line Now, current direction So it’s the parting time No, lasting impression When it’s defined I sink into correction Faulted by time Still a part of me When it’s defined I sink into correction Faulted by time Still a part of me Still there’s no tomorrow At the edge of my seat Great balls of fire Raining from my feet Little by little A part of me Little by little A part of me Little by little A part of me Little by little A part of me 5. No One to Blame (6:51) Backed up I'm falling down slow Waiting for the word When will they know Tied down Feet on the floor I sing to myself Remaining assured Say Say my name Say my name Say Say my name Reap and sow Say Say my name As worries grow Say Say my name Let me go Truth heals all pain Truth heals all pain Last call Collect all my debts Yesterday’s troubles Are placing my bets Say Say my name Say my name Say Say my name Reap and sow Say Say my name As worries grow Say Say my name Let me go No one to blame Come into a world With no one to blame Truth heals all pain Born into this world With no one to blame Learn Love Learn Hate Fight Preach Fuck Burn Want More Want More Want More Still More 6. Same Old Shit (8:57) Into the night Present, forever The flames arise across the vanguard Beating the furnace ever so delicately Coursing a vision for celebration Silenced remorse Weeping Swept into departed leaf beds Engendered with the light of being Still waiting for some glorious revival To begin Begin again Anew, once more Waking for nothing shy of hope A hope that defies imperfection A vigor birthed with force A forced habit filled with eternal truth Everlasting joy A virginal mirror of memory Intact in parcels Placed below the hand that gives Still reeling in perpetual expansion And all movement remained halted Having found forgiveness Between the fences of This force The fallen now lean Surrender them unto yourself Embedded destruction still unaware Following you to sleep Echoing these words As the sun shines from above Laughing with the wind Laughing at all that holds significance Blocking the days From the weeks Hours from minutes No time to keep Same old shit again I need A daily review A constant reminder To know what I knew Same old shit again Broke in Won’t sleep no more Forced by my wages My foot’s out the door Leave me the fuck alone And the wall’s to my back This isn’t my first This won’t be the last It’s a lifetime war
fuck yeah this rules. its like a heavier version of InStItUtE. I like this vocalist instead of the guy from institute. no offense but he sounds like hes on a high dose of thorazine. maybe he is.
Ooooh!!! Just bought this taster!!! No Deal keeping the gun out of our mouths since forever!!!
same ol shit fuckin broke the roof..... love the sound...the voice and the shadow of the sound..a new creep of sumthin i can place in the past... reminds me of mondo generator...epic travels with this album mannnn..... thank you black button ..thank you no deal....
YES!! New Black Button!! It’s a GREAT day!! 🖤
Little No Trend. Little Poison Idea. Little Monorchid. Awesome.
BLACK BUTTON - REJOICE (side two)
7. Testimony (11:13)
You know, they taught me a lot about feeling the Spirit; feeling God in all his power and omnipresence. Lesson upon lesson, as a child, taught to repent for the very acts I had yet to commit, but will someday, inevitably commit in the future.
Yes, it’s a positively natural fact that the confusion paired with upbringing is one that all beings to inhabit this earth can without a doubt attest to. And my relationship with the Lord is one that I will never be able to contemplate in an open forum. For this reason, the “feeling” aspect of Evangelism was much more appealing to me. To feel what I felt was something that required very little spiritual fortitude. And because of this, I gravitated to that conceit more willingly in times of trial and tribulation.
I know not where I’ll go when I die, though I tend to believe it’s somewhere that has no bounds and far less definitions-somewhere of non-existence most certainly. Although I won’t argue with someone else’s interpretation. For all of us are exactly that-a mass of interpreters. But unfortunately, there can be neither pride nor glory in the act of interpreting-not in the eyes of a God to fear; to tremble below his wrath, in tandem with a total unquestioning love for the Father; for the Savior, his Son; the Son being a much more welcoming visionary, though the two are consequently the same.
I claim not to be a follower of Jesus, despite what some of these words may lead you to believe. Yes, though this may be my truth. My other abject truth is that I wish I were a follower of Jesus. For in my few years of stability, I can say I do know how good it feels to be loved by Jesus, and yet I have known but a handful of true disciples in times near and far.
Further, I speak only truth when I say those disciples looked, walked, and talked vastly different than myself. They held themselves with a regard of utmost clarity; though, undeniably, it was their humbleness that has forever resonated with and within me. I feel them wherever I go, be it in those cornerstones of here and now, or in the Holy Land of your choice. Yes, their spirit, their struggles permeate in every inch of soil beyond some great transcontinental byway. For they are the ones who created this land. They are the ones whose blood was shed.
The Lord is my shepherd, but all sheep will meet the executioner's hand. We are sinners in the hands of a vengeful, angry, and distrustful God, and to live a good life, we must recognize the consequences of each action we take. I accept my actions now and forever, not with pride nor confidence, but with some acclaim that all that has happened will be, and all that was will remain now and forever.
Amen, here at last-long talking, and looking into the wind. I greet this mess of mine with some recognition, though minor it may be. I am a child. No, I am a man. Perhaps neither. Perhaps I never was.
8. Great Closing Sleep (15:51)
Come believe
Come watch
The clouds surpass you
Obscured by the grasping light
Great closing sleep
See the trees
See how their tops
Displace you
Touched by the ground’s retreat
Great closing sleep
Time to meet
Time to meet
What is uncertain
I’ve said my piece in this life
Great closing sleep
The false build up
The stolen time to pay
The life lent on prayer
I’ve let go
I’ve let go
9. Born Unable (18:24)
She said
Awake, abide
These words I crave
Still relinquished in vision
Pressing thoughts away
Until tomorrow
We’re doomed
To part
We’re still
Pennies for pay
And born this way
No drunken water
Can make
Us start
We’re still
Pennies for pay
And born this way
Cast me in the middle
Bending to the middle
Between belief
I’m forced to stay
Subjected exposure
With no grounds to lay
No broken image
Consents decay
Subjected exposure
With no grounds to lay
Cast me in the middle
Bending to the middle
Dreaming of future days
Casting stones
Back in the cave
Born unable
Born unable
10. Confidential Report (20:11)
And the veil was lifted
Bonded into the blood of another
Fasted beyond control
Heeding the words of the world
The weight of this world
How it grows
How it grows from within
Burrowed within arms reach
Into that of a merciful host
Seeded in strength
A pupil planned post copulation
A key scored in hand
Subjected to implosion
A soul made a whole
It’s confidential
Makes no sense at all
Look what you’ve done
And this soul
Now warmed by recitation
How it holds the gates open
In the days of tomorrow
In the days of Heaven
A beaming light led forth
A mother once a child
Leaning into decision
It’s confidential
Makes no sense at all
Look what you’ve done
And all was quiet
You were alone
Sitting on top of the world
Finding yourself again
Here today
But still gone tomorrow
You hold your own truth
You know there’s no need for
This insistent confusion
So why flee in terms of delusion
Are these not the days of Heaven
I know not what I see
It’s confidential
Makes no sense at all
Look what you’ve done
11. Again (and Again) (22:02)
Can’t be this person
Again and again
Again and again
Again And again
And Again
Won’t be this person
Again and again
No
Don’t go
Into the night
Bleeding dreamscapes
Into my mind
Seeking
Closure
So hard to find
Bleeding dreamstates
Into my mind
Can’t be this person
Again and again
12. Prisoners (24:15)
Prisoners to stolen warmth and shelter
To all unnecessary costs
Arise thereafter
For the worker is now dead
Murdered in a lifetime
Bought out by the riches
Of mere potentiality
And the virtues of
Self and determination
An afterbirth laid cradled
In a flood of virginal blood
Worn in semantic morality
On a debated and indebted plate
Cast out by a crucifix
Turned upon itself
Polished by the pain of another
And now we are nothing
Nothing but a shell of dimensions
Portioned by the state
Gifted in soured triads
One for freedom
One for value
And one for gilded misfortune
For we all believe
In struggle before celebration
And nothing
Not a thing in this life is free
And this life is the only life
So spend what can be spent
And savor the deep sleep
For nothing is everything
And perhaps some good
Will be present some day
But what good is to come from deceit
To live blindfolded by circumstance
To bite the hand that never feeds
For we never asked
To be fed in such a manner
By totalitarian dogma
We must pity it all
A joke
A fucking joke
What good is an afterlife
To believe there’s
A daisy-chained field of bucolic dreams
Awaiting us in the sky
Where is that field now
For now we are struggling
Each and every one of us
Awaiting assistance
Buying time with little monetary means
Harping on good memory
To keep us sober but still distrustful
I believe in none of it
I believe only in the unifying ethos
Of communal construction
For these are ideals
We all transcend
A transcendence that will lead us forth
Onward to a brighter future
Though the distance seems dark
While balanced in the near
As time beats into calamity
As we fade into simplicity
As reverie is met once more
And we will fall
We will fall into delusion
We will struggle
Struggle in sight
Finding the light
Finding the light
a solid start to 2023!
i like the way they changed their sound a bit, kinda creepy evil-y and reminiscent of stuff like fashion change. this is goin in my 2023 bangers for sure
Happy Friday the 13th hahahaha
😈👿😈👿
Sweet. We need to normalize 20 minute + punk tapes. 6 minute tapes are nifty as a collectible but kind of a drag otherwise imo, especially if you gotta pay shipping on that sucka!
Amen.
RVA doing it again
we can’t stop
this is my new fav band damn
Love this one! So good.
This is really cool at 2x speed
i keep thinking this music is from a long time ago!!!
So evil and sinister. I love it.
yes
oh yeah, this rules
Ouch that hurts in a good way
Very cool. Sounds a bit like Hail Mary which is a good thing, of course.
Brilliant, just got a tape
rips indeed
these guys rocked in pittsburgh
yas
BLACK BUTTON - REJOICE (side one)
1.Rejoice (0:00)
~
2. Clarity (0:42)
The walls beat the floor
A great, thunderous roar from
Some evil convention
Bled into my mind
On this fallen morn, and
Said “Do it”
So I did
And I plead with mercy
I plead with my own vision
Gift me some clarity
Everyone needs clarity
And I tried
To make sense of it all
But it’s so hard
To make sense of it all
Almighty defender
Fallen saint
I greet you now
God of the aftermath
God of the wind
I greet now
Gift me some clarity
Everyone needs clarity
And I tried
To make sense of it all
But it’s so defeating
To make sense of it all
Almighty defender
Fallen saint
I greet you now
God of the aftermath
God of the wind
I greet now
Take tender greetings
Place them in the palm of your hand
You ivory towered, pseudo-demigod
Molded to betray and built from lust
Shaped with shivers upon your spine
Lingered into a distant lullaby
3. Forever in Time (3:12)
And the sky
She opened back up
With great, bludgeoned eyes
Come tomorrow
She’ll drink from the cup
To drown the fallen cries
Know yourself
Got to make time for peace
Love yourself
As we fly away
Void of placement
She’ll make her way down
To familiar ground
Sing so sweetly
Mother of mine
I will not make a sound
Don’t make
Me suffer
Don’t make
Me fight
Fighting forever in time
Don’t make
Me suffer
Don’t make
Me fight
Fighting forever in time
Don’t make
Me suffer
Don’t make
Me fight
Fighting forever in time
Don’t make
Me suffer
Don’t make
Me fight
Fighting forever in time
Fighting
Forever in time
Fighting
Forever in time
Fighting
Forever in time
Dying
Forever in time
4. Correction (5:08)
Every virtue runs green
In fields of deception
Great balls of fire
Blinding my perception
When it’s defined
I sink into correction
Wilted with time
Still a part of me
When it’s defined
I sink into correction
Wilted with time
Still a part of me
So it’s the passing line
Now, current direction
So it’s the parting time
No, lasting impression
When it’s defined
I sink into correction
Faulted by time
Still a part of me
When it’s defined
I sink into correction
Faulted by time
Still a part of me
Still there’s no tomorrow
At the edge of my seat
Great balls of fire
Raining from my feet
Little by little
A part of me
Little by little
A part of me
Little by little
A part of me
Little by little
A part of me
5. No One to Blame (6:51)
Backed up
I'm falling down slow
Waiting for the word
When will they know
Tied down
Feet on the floor
I sing to myself
Remaining assured
Say
Say my name
Say my name
Say
Say my name
Reap and sow
Say
Say my name
As worries grow
Say
Say my name
Let me go
Truth heals all pain
Truth heals all pain
Last call
Collect all my debts
Yesterday’s troubles
Are placing my bets
Say
Say my name
Say my name
Say
Say my name
Reap and sow
Say
Say my name
As worries grow
Say
Say my name
Let me go
No one to blame
Come into a world
With no one to blame
Truth heals all pain
Born into this world
With no one to blame
Learn
Love
Learn
Hate
Fight
Preach
Fuck
Burn
Want
More
Want
More
Want
More
Still
More
6. Same Old Shit (8:57)
Into the night
Present, forever
The flames arise across the vanguard
Beating the furnace ever so delicately
Coursing a vision for celebration
Silenced remorse
Weeping
Swept into departed leaf beds
Engendered with the light of being
Still waiting for some glorious revival
To begin
Begin again
Anew, once more
Waking for nothing shy of hope
A hope that defies imperfection
A vigor birthed with force
A forced habit filled with eternal truth
Everlasting joy
A virginal mirror of memory
Intact in parcels
Placed below the hand that gives
Still reeling in perpetual expansion
And all movement remained halted
Having found forgiveness
Between the fences of
This force
The fallen now lean
Surrender them unto yourself
Embedded destruction still unaware
Following you to sleep
Echoing these words
As the sun shines from above
Laughing with the wind
Laughing at all that holds significance
Blocking the days
From the weeks
Hours from minutes
No time to keep
Same old shit again
I need
A daily review
A constant reminder
To know what I knew
Same old shit again
Broke in
Won’t sleep no more
Forced by my wages
My foot’s out the door
Leave me the fuck alone
And the wall’s to my back
This isn’t my first
This won’t be the last
It’s a lifetime war
Someone please pin this bad boy
Thank you!!!! I saw them last night and they're sick. I wanted to know the lyrics cuz they sounded like they're good. How did you know these????
raspberry bulbs >:)
After hearing this, I think Im gonna dust off the old hockey mask, sharpen the machette and peep through some windows with this as my theme music.
I’ll be looking straight back at you with a shotgun and dildo ready for you..
Any band with Black in the name is okay by me, but this is more than okay. Okay?
Oh you're gonna love this sweet underground band, it's called the black eyed peas. Don't mosh too hard.
fuck yeah this rules. its like a heavier version of InStItUtE. I like this vocalist instead of the guy from institute. no offense but he sounds like hes on a high dose of thorazine. maybe he is.
Sounds like nirvanas bleach album in the riffs with kind of a black flag vocals vibe. I can fucking dig it.
ooo maga
Mad Ultra Violent vibes.Its good though!