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Mightier Than Sword Records Brooklyn, New York

Mightier Than Sword is an independent record label/artist management company based in Brooklyn, NY. Free from genre constraints, we strive to work with motivated musicians playing music that we love and believe in. Established in 2006, we are record collecting nerds and release a majority of our records on vinyl, keeping a DIY feel matched with high-quality presentation with all of our releases. ... more

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Track Name: Last Lights - There's No One Good Enough To be Alone
the good life is starving to death
the smokestacks are all out of breath
and my head's hanging by a thread
while the poor play "war!" for the living dead
but I'm not on my own
there's no one good enough to be alone
the underground is caving in
the kids are choking on their own spit
my generation was born controlled
hope I die before I get sold
but I'm not on my own
there's no one good enough to be alone
I'm not on my own
but I keep trying and trying to live over this life
with no guide by my side
just this heart counting down out of time . . . .
this song's for the shipwrecked
(Lord knows I've been wet)
for all the kids waiting to be born
in broken homes full of empty beds
there's no one good enough to be alone
if love be true . . .
(you and you and you and you and you etc.)
Track Name: Last Lights - Oh, Modern Wolrd
oh modern world, you've got me down
you've sucked the soul out of this sound
you've given every crook a crown
and silenced songs you couldn't drown
oh modern world, I can't keep time
I'm falling behind every line
I'm forcing my words into rhymes
with meanings that were never mine
but fuck the water in my lungs
I call fascism: fascism
a world war for the cultured class
a gang rape billed as a formal dance
hey hey hey humanist
your holy grail is a cup of piss
verse chorus verse chorus verse
we're holy ghosts on a gangrene earth
your holy grail is a cup of piss
Track Name: Last Lights - The Shape Of Scum To Come
at the end of the tunnel, I see the lie
my name is a noose getting tighter with time
at the end of the tunnel, I see the lie
at the end of the tunnel, I see the lie
the world's just a word for organized crime
at the end of the tunnel, I see the lie:
fake blood. fake trust. false gods. fake fucks.
(and if my soul's saved than heaven's hotter than hell)
everything that I've fought for has been taken from me
the only thing that I have left is this human disease
everything that I've dreamed of has been stolen from me
the only thing that I have left is this human disease
Track Name: Last Lights - Everybody's Working For The Weak End
I woke up on the wrong side of the weekend
and I don't want to begin again
because I'm feeling "defeat"
while the vultures wait patient for the end of the weak
my friends say, "You look like someone I knew
someone who got lost in the blues
and fell behind the beat"
you think that you're dreaming but you're only asleep
who took the life out of alive?
I woke up on the wrong side of a crime . . . .
and I'm sick of feeling like I'm fucking dead
school. work. debt. dread
every cul-de-sac is another dead end
every morning I wake up looking down
on a day so shallow that I can't even drown
tell me, is this all there is?
Track Name: Last Lights - U.S. Out Of New England
I want to be a fucking thorn in the side of the world
born to bite the hand that feeds the fucking hook down our throats
every day is a fucking rule I fail to break
we're the prey, we get paid and we pay for the bait
everything is not fine
our Father who aren't in Heaven
I don't dream in American
war drums don't move my feet
the human race can run without me
everything is not fine
(let the empire expire, little pink houses on fire)
U.S. out of New England
Track Name: Last Lights - The Dream House Of Insomniacs
small towns never seem so small
as when all that you've got becomes nothing at all
and these streets that paved you into the blight
are just the place you've been lost your entire life
"if you want to scream, scream with me"
fuck you, I don't agree
with a life lived less than free
(it means nothing to me)
what happened to all the years?
they're ringing in my ears
"if you want to scream, scream with me"
fuck you, I don't agree
with a life lived less than free
the hook of this song is caught in my throat
I'd sing you a line but I don't want to choke . . .
I don't buy the lower-middle class lie
I won't sign for that slow suicide
outnumbered forever,
I side with the damned and rebel life
Track Name: Last Lights - No Futre (The Children's Crusade)
I was raised by the radio waves
in my parent's separate homes
while our future was mortgaged for
the down payment on a war of our own
so for all the kids still underground
and all my friends still under ground
for every soul possessed with sound
here's a rhyme to kill our time:
underground or under ground
it's better to be lost than found
do you still remember when
we were going to save the world?
I went digging for the truth
but found nothing hard in the core
cuz in a world of lies, life is a crime
and each day, we do our time
punk rock changed my life
and so did money
underground or under ground
it's better to be lost than found
I've seen the "wonders" of the world, they mean nothing to me
it's a slave trade / war parade / landfill / strip mall / death factory
I'm the one you call "none" and this is my prayer:
no past, no present, no future
Track Name: Last Lights - Love + Rent
kids of divorce engaged to failure
falling out of love with their student loans
getting good jobs in playing dead
for 40 hours a week for 40 years on the rolls

he who fucks nuns later joins the church
in the sad small towns where fascism sells
the youth have hope but give 'em enough rope
and they'll hang themselves from wedding bells

hunters and gatherers enjoying the fruits of progress
watching the same shows in the same empty apartments
hiding from the debt collectors and dreaming of work
the abandoned children of God demanding child support

there must be something human still left in this being
the lack of meaning is also a meaning
the lack of feeling is also a feeling
but don't press my face to the floor and call it a ceiling
Track Name: Last Lights - The Bourgeois Blues
we grew up in the decline
cursed to the core
massachusetts is a coffin
I was born in a corpse

let the cold rain drown
the cool crowd downtown
I got the bourgeois blues
spread the news around

I'm not fucking around
Track Name: Last Lights - Destroy What Destroys You
this life could be the death of us
hung from the bible belt
all good cops get into heaven
but all my friends go straight to hell
these days are spent trading in cheap, white lies
I'll paint them black and call it a night

I tried but the light was never enough
this life could be the death of us

the civil lies, so civilized
they sell the slaves their cells
"give us this day, our daily spell:
all is well that ends, oh well"
destroy what destroys you, despair of despair
I pledge allegence to Nowhere

I swear to a god that I don't believe in
fuck forgiveness, I'm going to get even
I wasn't born to die between 9 and 5
I swear to a god that I don't believe in
fuck forgiveness, I'm going to get even:

for every day I woke up dead
for highways clogged with cattle fat
for the kids who slept through middle-class
with american dreams they'll never have

I tried but the light was never enough
this life could be the death of us
but I deny a life that will never be mine
kill the cop inside your mind and burn it fucking down