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Cassette
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Second run of tapes limited to 50 copies on black cassettes. Each tape is hand stamped.
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Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Black Button's "Rejoice" LP on red vinyl (limited to 165 copies.)
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Black Button - Rejoice LP (Black with Red Splatter Vinyl)
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Black Button's "Rejoice" LP, on black with red splatter vinyl (limited to 109 copies.)
You can also purchase this album (digital download included) through our Bigcartel page for a few bucks less (to counteract bandcamp's fees.)
Includes unlimited streaming of Black Button - Rejoice (Undesirable-033)
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lyrics
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.
one of the most important releases of the decade, the horrors shouted here are only getting worse, type of shit to keep you up at night. straight raw punk to slam breakdowns on some parts, wild wild shit. thankful to have caught them at TIANTG fr. David
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