Songs for Ghosts to Thrash to

by Panucci's Pizza

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A couple of acoustic songs we came up with on our off time while recording for the 4-way split.

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released 17 February 2014

Matt Diamond: Guitar/Vox on Sport Shorts, backing vox on Sarah Waxberg
Brock Benzel: Piano on Sport Shorts. Guitar/Vox on Sarah Waxberg

Sport Shorts was mastered by our 15 year old boss.

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Panucci's Pizza Pennsylvania

Two Pizza lovin' punx rawkerz from Downingtown/West Chester Pennsylvania.
We like long walks on the beach, Shredding and the occasional Gnar.
Our hobbies include, rocking, pizza, alternate tunings, and bringing down the establishment of corporate America.
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Track Name: Sport Shorts
Well If I tried I could be an alcoholic
But I'm just too lazy to pick up a bottle and run with it
Because I just can't stand to change my daily routine

And the only girls who give me the time of day
Are far too young to realize the horrible mistake they've made
I'm the horrible mistake they make

Self-deprecation is my favorite past-time after time
it just gets more mutilated inside of my chest
but at best I can still wake up in the morning and do it all over again

This isn't a song about how much you hurt me I promise
Its a song about how much I fucked up and put you under
so much goddamn pressure and made you think you ruined me
when I had it in me all along.
Track Name: This Song Isn't About Sarah Waxberg
I can't remember the last time I thought I could read minds
Not a talent but a burden, and I don't deserve it
Don't think it rude
It's not you; it's you and your friends
At least I'm not stuck home alone again

and I'm not home
and I'm not alone, but I'm over

the goosebumps spelled out in Braille on your back all the times you said you quit and all the times you fell back into the same nasty habits affixed in your jaw
call it chemistry; call it whatever you want
and all the people i loved yesterday and will love tomorrow
I love them the same today, so don't expect an apology

and you won't see it until it happens
and it won't see you until you're over it

so until then, happy Valentine's day...