Wake

by All Torn Up!

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Beach Baby These guys will never get old. Been listening to them since I got into punk a couple years back, I just got a record player and this 7" was the first thing I ordered. Knowing the cover was painted by none other than Dick Lucas seals the deal. Keep it up boys, and keep it real. Favorite track: Catharsis & Regret.
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Gwynplaine de Pétroleuse A ultra angry rush of hardcore Punk adrenaline right to the heart. Wake is ATU showing that they are still pumping out phenomenal politically charged Punk anthems. NYC's finest have still got it. Favorite track: In the Distance.
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    This limited edition purple vinyl 7" press of "Wake" will be released in April 2020.

    4 song 7" of "Wake" by All Torn Up!

    Side A
    1. In the Distance *
    2. Catch 2222

    Side B
    1. The Lotus Eaters *
    2. Catharsis & Regret

    *clips from Malcolm X

    Joey Steel - lead vocals
    Jason Tancer - guitar
    Philippe - bass
    Cello - guitar & vocals
    Sören - drums

    background & gang vocals: Glenn Gentzke, Kristin Laughter, Ryan Kollin, & the band

    recorded & mixed by Pete Steinkopf at Little Eden Studio in Asbury Park, NJ
    mastered by Brian Chirlo

    original cover painting by Dick Lucas
    All Torn Up! logo font by Kaitlyn Chen
    front cover layout by Taylor Feld, Taso Theo, Jeff Spangler, & Cello

    Includes unlimited streaming of Wake via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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releases April 3, 2020

Joey Steel - lead vocals
Jason Tancer - guitar
Philippe - bass
Cello - guitar & vocals
Sören - drums

background & gang vocals: Glenn Gentzke, Kristin Laughter, Ryan Kollin, & the band

recorded & mixed by Pete Steinkopf at Little Eden Studio in Asbury Park, NJ
mastered by Brian Chirlo

original cover painting by Dick Lucas
All Torn Up! logo font by Kaitlyn Chen
front cover layout by Taylor Feld, Taso Theo, Jeff Spangler, & Cello

Special thanks to all our loving partners for their endless support & patience.

This album would not have been possible without the commitment & hard work of many close friends including: Agent Jay, Al Ghostcat, Angela Grahm, Caro, Christine Kim, DńD & LöC, Gina, Greg Daly, Gwyn Pétroleuse, Jayne Henson, Karsten Schwarzmayr, Luca, Rob Connolly, & Subhumans.

This record is dedicated to all those people displaced by the atrocious daily functions of capitalism & the conflicts it instigates & off of which it thrives. Those brave souls are at best forgotten about as refugees & migrants & at worse demonized, scapegoated, & used as reasons to build more walls to divide us all. Those courageous people leave the only reality they have ever known, they leave the people & places they hold at the center of their hearts to find some semblance of peace & stability, some place that has not been ravaged by capitalists & their lackey warmongers.

We wrote these songs trying to keep their memories in our hearts, & their struggles in our heads. We beg you to stop thinking of the people who cross borders as criminals, & start thinking of them as leaders. Either all are given that peace & stability or none can have it. We hope we live our lives & play our songs in a way that does some justice to those human beings lost between the lines. We hope others are as inspired as we are by the rebels who risk everything for a better future & dream of a better world. Thank you.

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Track Name: In the Distance
in the distance

in the distance is a boat in flames
sea’s burning while land sinks in
the children cry out their last tears
their screaming echoes into empty ears
a mother on fire, trapped in Scylla’s bated jaws
abandoned others lost in Charybdis
these dreams they seem so real
how did we end up here?

in the scattered
remnants
treading water
pledging to persist here

in those eyes
paradise

in the darkness pine little light
painful yearning of those flames that don’t feel right
the guilty breathing throbs and pounds
a haunting sacrifice in every living sound
while Agamemnon’s war was just one part
our weak condition gods and kings conspire
these dreams they seem so real
how did we end up here?

in the scattered
remnants
treading water
pledging to persist here

in those eyes
paradise

in the rubble of the failed factory
we built a boat to sail upon the sea
thirsty for dreams
engulfed in flames
praying for sirens, but scared to be detained
strangled by borders, and choking in the mist
displaced reason, forgotten in waves of myths
we fought their wars for a home
but all this time, wrong enemy’s opposed

these dreams they seem so real
how did we end up here?
Track Name: Catch 2222
Catch 2222

you signed up to murder foreigners
to see their world and stomp it down
to protect the shithole you’re running from
that’s insane

insane

you follow orders dropping bombs
kill innocents for freedom
and say it is just a job
that’s fucking insane

insane

everyone is so fucking desperate
crazy enough to kill for benefits
we got no money
we can’t find a job
no fucking clue what we’re supposed to be proud of
made ignorant, given a gun, and driven insane

INSANE

anyone who’d join their military
is far too insane to ever be given any sort of gun
Track Name: The Lotus Eaters
The Lotus Eaters

we’ve seen too much surrender, battle lethargy
now the war’s come home, inside our real enemy

buried under all these scars, our weak hearts barely beat
our bones grind on, while minds they drift empty

fires raise our sights, the empire breathes a sigh
rejoice in smoke and drink until you die

they say, freedom from suffering is just a lotus away
just give up your ambition and rage, and embrace the master’s apathy

while the wealthy talk of islands lost in a sea of pain
a place the weak can hide in lotuses

their tales worse than chains, holding still these slaves
while lotuses whisper don’t resist

they say, freedom from suffering is just a lotus away
just give up your ambition and rage, and embrace the master’s apathy

BURN DOWN THIS EMPIRE
BURN THIS FUCKING EMPIRE TO THE GROUND

our agony like monuments like tombstones over graves
remembrances for crimes we are guilty

either tear out all your vacant eyes, or solder shut your mouths
or burn this fucking empire to the ground

BURN DOWN THIS EMPIRE
BURN THIS FUCKING EMPIRE TO THE GROUND

that void, that “shame”, that lotus - not cure.
our treatment: to empower and BURN THIS EMPIRE
Track Name: Catharsis & Regret
Catharsis & Regret

these bridges burn
these fires we set
light our way forward
past all our regrets

the ashes cry
apologies
since there’s no justice
let there be no peace

last night we castrated a rapist and tattooed across his face
we put all the excuses that he yelled at us in pain

then we broke all of the hands of all racists we could find
then took our time sewing shut their eyes

well, maybe we’re short sighted
maybe we’re fucking wrong
maybe we should all just sing along

with the sound of blue blood spilled out at the gate
silence of their last breath of hate
the right wing broken bones
the concrete in their skulls
fire choking flags soaked in gasoline

water boarded billionaires bleach soaked to the brim
drowning white supremacists after we skin all them

landlords buried up to their necks in piles of shit
antfarms made of assholes all living all rent free

i heard you all snickering, that i don’t fucking care
‘cause i wanna burn their houses down while their backward asses there

but those petty men’s rights advocates hawking all their lies
would smell a whole lot better with their body sprays on fire

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