Let's Do This!

by Generation 84

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    First pressing of 300 copies on black vinyl.

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Generation 84's new 5-song EP "Let's Do This!". 10"/digital.

Out now on I For Us Records, Indelirium Records, No Panic! Records and Thanks But No Thanks Records.


released April 11, 2015


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Track Name: Trying To Belong
You have no feelings, you have no regrets. Couch potato awaiting the end of the world. “This time I’ll make it right.” You’d better make it right on time.

You don’t care for anyone but yourself. Somehow you fall short in the end. Blackouts and make believe. You just don’t see that you are…

Desperately holding on to yesterday while the rest of us are trying to move on. Want to stand out, thinking of the games you’ll play, while in fact you’re trying to belong.

You’re afraid you’ll be alone in the end and so you try to make demands, but here without the ground to stand on, the only thing you do is…
Track Name: The Backfire Effect
There is a pack out for canned hunting, backed by the rich folks of big companies. 
You saw them coming and looked down the barrel and still you decided to give them your vote. Now that they’ve started you notice it backfire. No turning back, at least for five years. 
The knife’s on your throat and you start to question where was your common sense. 
So now you complain? I’ve warned you for a reason. 
Now look in the mirror. Did you get what you want? I didn’t get what I want. 
Is that the lesson we’ll teach our children, “no compromise, don’t reconcile”? 
I got to hand it, you sure played it smart to make them believe in their own killer. 
The wrong people have the gun on their temples. This country was built by people with blisters on their hands instead of their asses like you. So pay them their due. 

Sold out, you’re empty handed, ‘cause they will not compromise. Maybe next time you won’t forget to open up your eyes. The backfire effect. The joke’s on you.
<i>The backfire effect occurs when, in the face of contradictory evidence, established beliefs do not change but actually get stronger.</i> 
Track Name: Take It To The Floor
Build up frustration, ignite it and take it to the floor. Dance to the bands, scream your lungs out, it’s no time to be bored. 
Punk rock is all we’ve got. Hold on, take the shot. 
We live in a nation that’s blinded by money and TV. 
The world is out there and real life is waiting at your feet. 
Punk rock is all we’ve got. Hold on, take the shot. 
Take a shot. 
Buying a band shirt or music, supporting the scene. 
Play your guitars and your drums, just follow your dreams. 
Punk rock is all we’ve got. Hold on, take the shot.
Track Name: Childish Game
This might look like a childish game to some, but it seems like you and I are having fun. Room for debate, setting things straight. We dance together in a blissful haze.

I lay it down tonight. Not all my takes are perfect, but I don’t mind. It feels right to shout the words into the mic.

The floor full of beer and bloody punks, a chorus sung, snotty and young. We’re in a state of ecstasy. We dance together in a blissful haze.

I lay it down tonight. Just spilling what’s inside.
Track Name: Production Line
I’m so fucking tired, I’m walking away. Endless hordes with their faces so grey. To climb the ladder I’m expected to prey on dumber and weaker souls with the same destiny.

I spread my claws and crush their skulls with might. Did they collapse? Or did I wake up in the night?

New boss appointed to make sure profit’s fine. Despite our anxious hearts he stops the production line.

Punching that clock back into submission, for the company logo you’d give your life. Now that the time has come for a cutback they lay you off without a second thought.

Your years of service, bluntly erased. Go on strike. How will you feed your children? At the gates, burning tires, smell the rubber.

How could you’ve been so stupid to believe men in business suits? A costume for a thief.