Killsadie or Kill Sadie was a Minneapolis-based post-hardcore band who formed in 1997 and eventually split in 2001 after a large number of line-up changes. It proved to be a launching ground for several influential modern emo, hardcore, and indie musicians, who found larger success in other outfits such as Minus the Bear, Pretty Girls Make Graves and These Arms Are Snakes. Rather than seek popular appeal or radio play, the band adopted the familiar DIY ethic of constant touring. We're All a Little Sick CD Remixes B-Sides (Satellite City, 2004).
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Album KILL YOURSELF Part XIX: The Deep End Saga. Failure by Design Lyrics.
We're trying so hard, Мы так стараемся, We're dying in vain, Но напрасно умираем. We're hopelessly blissful and blind. We want it all with no sacrifice! Мы хотим всего этого, ничем не жертвуя! Realize we spend our lives living in a culture of fear. Поймите, что мы проводим всю жизнь в страхе. Stand to salute; say thanks to the man of the year.
I've become sick of everyone now, Теперь меня от всех тошнит, And I don't feel remorse for the forgotten, Я не чувствую угрызений совести за забытое, And I don't care at all, И мне на всё плевать. I've become sick of everyone now, Теперь меня от всех тошнит, And I'm the patron voice of all the problems
We feel sick, broken down, drug ourselves, underground No one cares, we curse you all, we curse ourselves, in hopes we fall. Friday night and I made the best of it I passed out before I could invest in it Understand it won't make sense But I don't value innocence I don't hope for anything. Enemy? Fuck the pride Come on over to our side We're the same, just afraid What's the difference when we're all dying? Oh my God, we're so set In our own ways that we forget We are insignificant We'll be gone, soon be forgotten
Q-Tip All we got, all we got, all we got, all we got All we got, all we got, all we got, all we got Glad that you made it, look around You don’t see one person sitting down They got drinks in their hands, And the room’s a bust At the end of the night maybe you’ll find. love Fake chit chat ’bout the things they got And my scout reputation keeping it hot girl At the party of the year I’m a master plan.
Lyrics to 'Sick Little Games' by All Time Low. Oh my God, I'm such a terrible mess, I'm turned on by the tabloids, You would never have guessed, That I'm . I'm having my doubts I'm losing the best of me We're all part of the same Sick, little games.
We're all part of the same. Bm. Sick little games. G. And I need to get away, get away. DA. I'm wasting my days. I throw them away. Losing it all on these sick little games.
CreditsMatt Bayles - Engineer, Mixing, Producer
Ed Brooks - Mastering
J Clark - Drums, Guitar, Keyboards, Remixing
Ryan Frederiksen - Design
Kill Sadie - Primary Artist
Robin Laananen - Photography
Cory Murchy - Bass
Steve Snere - Vocals
Erin Tate - Drums
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|2||Untitled Number 304||Kill Sadie||2:57|
|3||Song 3||Kill Sadie||8:50|
|4||We're All a Little Sick||Kill Sadie||3:02|
|5||The Ivy League Donors (Prescription Epidemic)||Kill Sadie||6:33|
|6||The Surgeons Muse||Kill Sadie||3:44|
|7||The Laugh Track for Contemporary Music||Kill Sadie||2:49|
|8||Unantiquated Bluff||Kill Sadie||8:13|