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The Difference Between Thieves and Crooks

by Chatterbox and the Latter Day Satanists

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Skaldi this album IS 2021 for me
been with me through good times, bad times, loss of a close friend .
this is THE Folkpunk album. I fucking love it so much. Favorite track: Humblerat.
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dead_beat_theron keep coming back to this album..

so damn good.
.....amazing. Favorite track: Don't Take the Bait.
Skyler Husebye
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Skyler Husebye This album is not only a statement to the wonderful songwriting of Micah, but also a showcase of several of the very talented friends they have made throughout this. The songs are big grand and full of well thought out lyrics. For all intents and purposes this is a perfect folk punk record. 10 out of 10 skin cells well spent. Favorite track: Humblerat.
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1.
I sit awake at night and fill my lungs With carcinogens, and maybe some oxygen every now and again The highway's callin' me I see road signs in all my dreams And I'm just waitin' on the day I finally leave Cause this road will set me free But it also could kill me, but so it goes I'll take some risks now, roll the dice We'll reach the next town before the day is done And underneath the setting sun We'll shoot the shit and have a laugh About the things we've been through And the off beaten path is riddled with danger But at least we're not falling in line This life is perplexing, there is nothing stranger There's no right way you're just wasting your time Did it yourself, with no one’s help You don’t got connects, you don’t got wealth But you still did the best you can, With what your own two hands will give you This road is hard, this life we lead Sometimes you don’t get everything you need But at least you had a friend sleeping beside you in that ditch And even when your alone, thousands of miles from your home You might feel lost, but shit, you just might find yourself Just hold on kid, don’t give up, truth is we're all shit out of luck, But don’t take the bait and sell your soul for a lousy buck And I'll take the back of this van Over your fancy apartment Any day, place, or time You're wrapped around their finger they'll give your brain a good washing They got your mind I won’t let them take mine
2.
Humblerat 03:18
I could die tonight, so why do I even care Why worry about tomorrow, when it just might never come We’re all torturing ourselves, it really isn’t fair Yeah, I could die tonight as these aircraft engines hum And death is inevitable, so why’s it even matter You’ll come to realize you’re not living if your life is void of laughter My existence, even yours, eventually it will shatter Will you have any to show or were you blindly following your pastor? Cause we’re all gonna die We’re all gonna die Yeah, we’re all gonna die Why do I even try? Sometimes the question doesn’t matter But it doesn’t hurt to ask The answer could be easier to find Than the bottom of your flask And lying in your deathbed, When you breathe the breath before your last I bet you’ll look back and wish you did more Than just dwell upon your past Cause this building’s totally burning down And this plane is definitely crashing But it’s pretty hard to hold a frown with your Favorite punk rock records blasting I guess all I’m trying to say is, yeah sure, life is full of dread But if you’re not living in the moment I’d say you are already dead Cause we’re all gonna die We’re all gonna die Yeah, were all gonna die Why do we even try? But be careful with the time you’ve been granted on this earth Cause life is short and fleeting, go find out how much it’s worth Yeah, we’ll all turn into worm food, I’ve been dying since my birth And if you expect to enjoy life, you must begin to live it first I said be careful with the time you’ve been granted on this earth Cause life is short and fleeting, go find out how much it’s worth Yeah, we’ll all turn into worm food, I’ve been dying since my birth And if you expect to enjoy life, you must begin to live it first Cause we’re all gonna die We’re all gonna die Yeah, we’re all gonna die But we still gotta try Yeah, we’re all gonna die We’re all gonna die Yeah, we’re all gonna die But we still gotta try
3.
Last Bastion 02:28
Do you even hear what you’re believing? These monsters remain deceiving Oozing distortions, mandibles dripping Clawed hands gripping for desolate fortunes The last factions are slipping The last bastion of actual freedom Is this work worth what you’re receiving? The death toll persists but is anyone grieving? Fingernails bloody, your backbone is breaking It’s hard to ignore how the mask their intentions The foundation is violently shaking I refuse to be trapped when it crumbles down You must not mess, with our sweet land Unless your filling up our hands With promises and silver strands And the refraction of light off the tall buildings Helps to blind what we’re all feeling Do you even hear what you’re believing? These monsters remain deceiving Oozing distortions, mandibles dripping Clawed hands gripping for desolate fortunes The last factions are slipping The last bastion of actual freedom
4.
Well, I just had a dream I was beaten to death For falling in love, and not holding my breath But I just cannot see, how we can be free If you think that a life can be your property And though now I’m aware it was all in my head I remain safe and sound asleep in my bed But my bed is your couch, or this floor, or the street And though I’m alive, I feel as if I’ve been beat So, fuck you, I’m doing my best, My sanity has been put to the test, But I’m glad that I’m broke, success is a joke And this dumpster is my treasure chest And last night I ate shit on my bike But this road rash has left me enticed The blood on the cement, was good skin cells spent It’s been a long time since I felt that alive And maybe I just ride too fast Ya gotta hustle when running from the past Whether it’s cancer or scars, or getting hit by cars Futures hold more obstacles than we all can grasp And I almost die From vehicular homicide Every damn day Of my fucking life But I’ll never stop Riding this bike
5.
So the day has come again It's the last Thursday of November A bunch of white folks come together As they try not to remember How many people lost their lives To benefit their predecessor And how stuffing food into their mouths Takes the blatant side of the oppressor Gluttonous and apathetic, You say you can’t control all that has happened But it’s not the past, it is the present and I see you still aren’t taking action It’s too easy for you to sit and shove Mashed potatoes in your face While you watch football and try to forget As you hold hands and say your grace That millions were slaughtered to give you the privilege that you have now And ignorance, no it ain’t bliss and your contentment just allows These sadistic monsters up in the white house to carry out their master plan To protect the rich elite, and go invade more sovereign land With rubber bullets, water cannons, Pepper spray assaults the unarmed They’re spilling blood to save a dollar And the majority isn’t alarmed I can’t help but think the masses Strive to bolster ignorance But you know that really is no secret They elected trump and pence So I hope you choke on a turkey leg "Cause there’s people choking on their own blood White supremacy and capital We need to nip it in the bud Fight these fascist pigs and watch their tears fall And mix in with the mud Cause I don’t want to reform the state Not giving no cop no fuckin' hug Please hold your breath if you think a victim Owes anything to their assailant Are you actually that hateful? Or is your mind just lying vacant? I won’t sit back and pretend that I have all the answers But our nation is a tumor and capitalists They are the cancer So stand up, be loud as you can It’s your one and only choice Fight the system, smash oppression And scream for justice, use your voice
6.
Maybe my brain just never grew Maybe your brain stopped growing too Maybe it’s the cell phones glued to our palms Or the pills we pop just to keep us calm Maybe it’s even the air we breathe We breathe so many toxicities Maybe it’s the methane finally Suffocating our brains This world is going up in flames This world is going up in flames Maybe the asphalt is my home ‘Cause all my bones can do is roam These stagnant towns just bring me down No point to stick around I’d rather live inside this van Wash the blood clean from my hands I’ve seen behind the mask And our futures bask in poison gas Cover as much ground as you can We must obstruct their evil plan We must obstruct their evil plan Beasts with bulletproof scales, and surveillance camera eyes You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing, we’ll see through your disguise Tear off the blood-soaked hides you skinned from those helpless sheep Peel off the sinew mask and watch the public gasp And maybe then they won’t keep bowing at your feet They’re robbing us of our free will Watch this ad and pay that bill They’ll rearrange your brain to fit this twisted game Until you can’t recall who you should blame Watch your back you might be next We’ve all got lives we must protect They always say crime doesn’t pay But pigs still cash checks in the modern age I think they just like to see us in pain After all we aren’t the same I’ve got nothing to lose You’ve got nothing to gain Beasts with bulletproof scales, and surveillance camera eyes You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but we’ll see through your disguise Tear off the blood-soaked hides you skinned from those helpless sheep Peel off the sinew mask and watch the public gasp And maybe then they won’t keep bowing at your feet
7.
They’ve got their hands in your pockets, and you should be alarmed You’ve got police on your six, and they’re heavily armed There’s no way of telling, how many people they’ve harmed They made us the cattle, and our planet the farm Another young life lies dead in the road Another tragic reminder our rights have been sold To the banks and the prisons, and the racist elite No wonder all my friends live in constant defeat It’s kind of hard to rise up, when they’re pushing you down They hold our heads underwater and expect us not to drown We’re too fucking big to fit inside of your box Got to start making moves, start picking your locks They put on a shaky disguise for the hate that they’ve bred How do these illusions of freedom stay trapped in your head? You know they’ll never fucking care until we’re all fucking dead They got one taste of blood, and now all they see is red
8.
Road Song 03:41
I’ve got a highway to keep me in motion And a guardrail to keep me in line But I’m sorry I just can’t find the notion To wanna keep track of my time I’ve been going nowhere for too long I hope somethings were meant to last But every turn in this road just feels wrong And the amount of forks are insurmountably vast The damn swine does whatever he wants Rarely will they get what’s deserved They’re all full of shit, and we all know it But tell me when was the last time they served? Well, they can beat a homeless man to death And never see the inside of a jail They’ll just lie to the judge, as if he gave a fuck And in a couple hours they’ll be out on bail And this shit just keeps bumming me out But I’ll be okay, so I’m told And I’ve got my friends, and There are more quite like them I’m glad at least a few dared to break the mold And I’m not sure if these roads will lead anywhere But change of scenery is reason enough I’m an insatiable being covered in gasoline Who knows if I’ll ever shake wanderlust I’m an insatiable being covered in gasoline Who knows if I’ll ever shake wanderlust And what the fuck can you do? The ice on the ground sticks to the concrete like glue And I’ve been trying to make next move But I’ve been losing the tread on the soles of my shoes
9.
I’ve got two imaginary figures Whispering in my ear I know my right from wrong But things are so confusing here The demon’s engulfed in flames Glowing red and orange They say he’s the darker force But the angel bears the horns They say Satan tells me not to shower To do drugs and not go to work And the angels tell me to support the prison system Sometimes I think the halo hovers over the wrong head And the wrong fingers are clenched to that pitchfork So lay me down, lay me down in the dirt And flash my life before my eyes To show me what I’m worth I’m not worth shit, but I can pretend To make myself feel alright While I plummet towards this weary end It’s just a ploy And we’re all cogs in their plan Till we’re all dead and gone And buried underneath the sand The fucking sandbox, is filled with broken glass While the children of tomorrow Play with remnants of our past And I ain’t got time for these contradictions Can’t get caught up or slow down Hell, most times I can’t hardly sleep at night Maybe one day but I until then I’ll harness power from this pen And hope me and my notebook are devoured By the wind
10.
Chump 02:39
I can take a joke, there’s humor in me But being racist, sexist, and homophobic just ain’t funny You’re transphobic too, we all can see You and your backwards views are stuck in 1943 You better clean your act up, it’s two thousand twenty And that ignorance and hate just don’t sit well with me We’re over your stance, you’re not on the team And we’ll take these wooden bats to both of your knees We’re not evil folks, but we’re not taking shit And you’re gonna lose, so you might as well just quit We’ve heard it all before, so save your bit Your opinion sucks, yeah it fuckin’ sucks And we’re sick of it Take a look at us, we’re standing right here Anti-capitalist, pissed, anarchist, and queer You fascist pigs, will tremble with fear Yeah, the tables will turn, yeah they’re already turned And your end is near So, go ahead, call me a PC chump But I think opposing oppressive structures is pretty punk We’ve all got the fire, I just wanna keep it lit And there’s really nothing political about it Yeah, there’s really nothing political about it There’s really nothing political about it
11.
Humanity is breaking it’s a rabid disease There’s death in the soil and it’s sprouting through the leaves Now all that’s left is decrepit tombstones teeth and bones All the rest washed down the drain Salvage what you can, and cling to your seeds If we don’t stop them soon, all the crops will turn to weeds No food to be found, it’s all rotting in the ground Our graves are underneath their garlic plots We’re caged animals There’s life beyond the fences We live our whole lives inside barbed wire pens We live our whole lives inside of them Germinating poison, building empires made of glass Common decency’s a virtue that we’re leaving in the past It’s hard to reap the benefits of life, when big business soweth plague So throw the vermin in the compost bin And plant a seed of lead, put it right between their eyes And bite the hand that feeds you, ‘cause it’s plotting your demise Then feed the earthworms, mites, and slugs a kickshaw of corporate trash And house the maggots in their hollowed skulls We’re caged animals There’s life beyond the fences We live our whole inside barbed wire pens We live our whole lives inside of them When will we put oil on these grinding gears? Lubricate our minds with something more than just beers We’ll be afraid our whole lives if we don’t deal with our fears So let’s start the fire that’s been smoking for years With the right tools we could fix this evil machine Rearrange all the parts to make it work for our dreams It’ll run on ambition and the engine will roar So flip it up to fifth gear and put your foot to the floor
12.
To Be Alive 02:23
This society denies us of our basic needs They pump us full of poisoned trash Modern human cattle feed And when you get cut it takes a second Before you know if you will bleed But it’s gushing now and that ain’t something to ignore They’ve got sharp shooters slinging sniper rifles, sights centered at the poor Nefarious fascists force families to flee, from flames, famine, and war Cops cruelly killing kids committing no crime at all All the while amnesty’s awarded, why aren’t more of you appalled? Death’s determined to dismantle us, devour us with dirt and flies And goddamnit what a time to be alive What a time to be alive What a time to be alive What a time to be alive To be alive The world’s a terrible place And I’m still very afraid to die But goddamnit what a time to be alive They’re spilling blood from people just like you and me Defending a white nationalist neoliberal ideology You work all day to pay for your modern cell While they convince you that you’re free And that’s a lie I know that all of us have heard Cause this world’s a rotten corpse That’s been thrown out to the birds Met its demise, cooked alive In a pot that never stirred You scream “property damage isn’t violence!” And all the liberals object But they still think the police are here To serve and protect And when you defend your right to live And the bigots adamantly deny All the centrists scream “let’s compromise!” What a time to be alive What a time to be alive What a time to be alive To be alive Well, the world’s an awful place And I’m still very afraid to die But goddamnit what a time to be alive Goddamnit, what a time to be alive Goddamnit, what a time to be alive
13.
I’ll drown my brain in black caffeine, share nicotine with a dream, and have a cup of tea with anxiety It’s a preface of, a catastrophic desolation of my subconscious, subconsciously, and inebriation invades sobriety It’s an attack of my own psyche, is this fiction or reality? What a toxic dichotomy And fuck all this goddamn stress, I’m sick of losing my breath before I bomb my self-consciousness, so consciously And my inspiration evades my apathy Sometimes I wear this skank to hide my face from all the dust, carried on gusts of wind that aren’t my friends And sometimes I am hiding from my friends, or the lusts of people that I don’t trust And sometimes I get so trapped behind it that I can’t seem to breathe And I’m frantically trying to conceive what all of this means Sometimes I get so frustrated that my lungs rapidly begin to fill up like a hot air balloon And they get so full that I think they might bust Right through my skin to leave holes gaping from within While I’m gasping for air, though I don’t seem to care It’s like someone lit a match inside of a hydrogen blimp My body goes limp as I peer deeper into the holes in my chest to find that the reaper dousing my heart in gasoline Was really me, about to ignite all these feelings I have, to stop driving me mad And abolish every last waking worry or fear that I hold so damn dear to my soul And maybe for once I could just forget that I have organs Whether that be the brain that drives me insane and creates these things That I splatter all over these pieces of trees that once helped me breathe I’m such a fucking hypocrite, I’m such an asshole, but maybe I deserve it for once Or whether that be the heart that will continue to tear me apart Until it ceases to beat and they put my body in the ground Or whether that be the things between our legs that we might put together To create little mirror images of ourselves So they can grow up to think the same thoughts, and feel the same things And want to forget about the same damn organs that we so greedily gave them Or maybe the eyes so I wouldn’t have to see the world, because this world will burn through my corneas And give me the satisfaction of not seeing all of these things that I despise, and the pain was oh too sweet But even without those eyes in my head functioning, I can still somehow see my lungs on the sidewalk Covered in cigarette butts and dirt, like a punctured balloon deflated outside of a four-year old’s birthday party Aren’t you sick of crying? Let’s just go numb and indulge in the pitifully gorgeous emptiness in our lungs I can’t breathe, I’m sick of losing my breath, I wish someone would steal it already And through a hurricane of pessimism I find mangled ambition to optimize my self pity What a disgusting miracle My subconscious is haunting me, and my conscience taunts me, like seduction and robbery These states of mind are truly battling, and I’m stuck in the middle trembling, I hope these fires are friendly And I hope this war won’t create any casualties

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released November 26, 2020

Chatterbox and the Latter Day Satanists on this record is:

Micah Butler (guitar, vox, ukulele, musical saw)
Riz Sendejas (washboard, vox, piano)
Emma Grrl (accordion, bass)
John Warmb (banjo)
Piper Bazard (trumpet)
Nick Carter (violin)

Guitar, vox, washboard and ukulele tracked by Jon Pizarro
Accordion, banjo, trumpet, and bass tracked by Emma Grrl and John Warmb
Violin tracked by Nick Carter
Saw tracked by Noah Merril

Mixed and mastered by Jon Pizarro

Artwork by Chet Knebel

All songs written by Chatterbox and the Latter Day Satanists
Recorded in 2020, from Florida, Michigan, Colorado, and Oregon.

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Diy punk band against racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, capitalism, the police, and all other forms of oppression. For harm reduction and community building 💗

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