Scottish 4-piece melodic hardcore punk band GET IT TOGETHER have been to our pages before, and today we’re thrilled to give you their new record “Live Free”, their first new offering since 2015! This year, the band is back on track with hopes to play as often as possible throughout the U.K and Ireland, as well as undertaking an extensive tour of Europe later this year. “Live Free” is a powerful statement that takes them in the right direction and will surely get you pumped right from the start! Play it loud!
Live Free to me is an immediate and aggressive collection of songs, on a broad range of subjects I wish I could quite literally live free from. Throughout the record we cover subjects like xenophobia, media sensationalism, sectarianism, depression and grief. At a glance that might appear quite bleak to some but for me there is a hugely positive and cathartic element to the lyrics. – Mark (vocals)
Live Free is GIT’s first full length LP and was recorded, mixed and mastered by John Harcus (www.harcusaudio.com) throughout the summer of 2018 and is jointly released by Make-That-A-Take Records and GIT.
GET IT TOGETHER live dates:
26/04/19: LP Release Show @ Conroy’s Basement, Dundee with Divide, Queequeg’s Coffin & Us Versus Them.
05/05/19: A LITTLE BIT OF SPRINGTIME FEST @ The Green Room, Perth
w/ Tragical History Tour Band, The Goatboy, Uniforms, Queequeg’s Coffin, Holy Snakes + more
17/08/19: Cramond Island of Punk @ Cramond Island, Edinburgh.
Lyrics:
Eviction Notice
Iโve been served an eviction notice in the form of falling bombs and firing squads, so I flee with the most precious things I have and hold so dear to me.
I risk it all so we might live another day. I place all hope upon a raft and pray we sail away.
Where will we go? What will become of my life and my loved ones? I say goodbye to all I know and take a leap into the unknown.
No empathy but I feel your contempt at another life just looking to live. You set me adrift time and time again as I search for new life to begin.
Standing still is not an option I take seriously but the strength to move doesnโt come so easily at all.
Where will we go? What will become of my life and my loved ones? I say goodbye to all I know and take a leap into the unknown.
Canโt keep me down, Iโll keep pushing.
Iโm not the headlines you read and hear, Iโm just another person youโve been conditioned to fear. I donโt want your job; I donโt want your wife. I donโt want your money and I donโt want your life.
I just want to live free from persecution.
Referendamania
We were split to begin with but you sought to divide and conquer. You bait the line and some swallow the hook. Before the ink could dry, you ripped the parchment in half and paid no mind to pledges shared.
Weโre always left with the short end of the stick and we walk away empty handed. If they wonโt hand it over, letโs take it for ourselves.
So we kept a union and divided from another, united only in disappointment. Nothing changed for you but weโre left to pick up the pieces with glass to walk on and wounds to heal.
We wonโt settle for nothing now. We wonโt settle for nothing anymore.
Silence
Here we are again in this mess again. Thereโs no way back when weโre on attack. No end in sight in this endless fight.
Isnโt it funny how quickly we rationalise the mess of others, yet weโre irrational beasts when it comes to the piece about ourselves. Weโve gone and ruined everything.
Youโre talking louder, volume is rising. The rising volume may as well be silence.
Marching Orders
March on our streets for a conflict centuries old whilst you cling to the hate in the stories youโve been told in murals and songs. Youโve seen and sung them all your life. They breed hate, resentment and create unnecessary strife.
We donโt care whoโs on the wall or if they answer an old fluteโs call. Weโre not interested in ancient lore from the bygone days of yore.
Stuck on the side lines and weโre forced to watch it all, this cavalcade of ethnoreligious bullshit. We turn our backs, close our eyes, cover our ears and we shut you out.
Youโve had your marching orders. Consider yourself dismissed.
Continued below…
Worn Out
If this feeling could manifest itself physically thereโd be a gaping hole in my chest. Whatโs out of your sight is far from out of my mind. In fact, itโs with me every hour of every day like a plague.
Sometimes it fades an illusion of safety but the dread comes on like a pack of wolves stalk their prey. Forever unseen but always lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike with precision misery.
Depression makes plenty work for idle minds.
This whole experience is exhausting. Iโm feeling tired, Iโm worn out.
On The Brink
Desperate situations make desperate people do desperate things.
Desperate people do desperate things make desperate situations.
Goodnight, Vienna
Wield his love just like a weapon and use his words to lock you away. Distort perceptions and fabricate lies to keep you trapped on the inside.
Remove the light and remove the sound to keep you tethered to the ground.
Where heโll take control of your self-esteem and paralyse you with intimidation and fear. Nurture dependence and stimulate doubt, your tightly gripped, heโs got you by the throat.
Remove the light and remove the sound to keep you tethered to the ground. Bound legs canโt walk and bound legs canโt roam far enough from this broken home.
Iโll be here and Iโll be waiting until you have the strength to take back the light and take back the sound no longer tethered to the ground. Youโre free to walk, free to roam and find yourself a more deserving home.
Hole in the Head
I need you like a hole in the head.
Your name is trouble and mineโs no better, nothing goes right when weโre together. We were as thick as thieves, I thought nothing could come between (us) but you proved me wrong and now I know.
My respect for you clouded my judgement but these new eyes can finally see you torched the bridges we built. Where once was hope, now nothing but broken trust and empty promises.
We were so close knit that I never thought that we would tear apart at the seams. We were so close knit that I never thought that we would break so easily.
Now I know just who you are. These new eyes can finally see through your deceit.
Gentlemenโs Club
This world is paradise for the rich, white male. Deny the women and subject the rest to outdated ideas, outdated systems and outdated constructs in your Gentlemenโs Club for the privileged.
They built it tall, they built it high but their ceiling of glass it has to break and their gentlemenโs club, weโll burn it down.
Set to Explode
With a rush of blood to the head and a pain in my chest, Iโm light on my feet and Iโm not making any sense.
My heart is pounding, my pulse is racing, the pressureโs building and Iโm set to explode.
With a cold touch of sweat and a shortness of breath, Iโm up against the wall and Iโve lost all control.
Iโm a loose cannon and Iโm firing shots. Iโm a stick of dynamite ready to go off. Iโm a fucking powder keg and Iโm all set to explode.
Metamorphosis
Iโm a martyr, Iโm a tragedy, Iโm the almost was and the never will be.
Iโm a near miss, Iโm a close call and the promising prospect whoโs ready for a fall.
I canโt live up to your expectations and I canโt keep up with who you want me to be. I canโt live up to your expectations and I canโt keep up. I canโt keep up.
Iโm a red light, Iโm a dead stop and the case for sympathy youโre feeling sorry for.
Iโm a warning, Iโm a false start and the disappointment youโve found frustration in.
I canโt live up to your expectations and I canโt keep up with who you want me to be but I canโt let that stop me from becoming the person Iโm destined to be.
Iโll rise up, Iโll persevere, Iโll make it through and these grey days shall be no more.
Mediocrity is not my destiny.
What a Waste
My crooked spine can barely hold the weight of my world and so I break down.
This is not who I am and this is not where I want to be.
Iโm shying away from the land of the living. Iโm chasing ghosts inside my own cemetery.
This is not who I am and this is not where I want to be. This is not who I am, a fucking waste.
I wonโt let myself become another waste of space.
Iโm not a waste.
Without You
I stand above you and my headโs in pieces, how could one so strong of stature now seem so small?
You were my protector, my best friend and anyone else Iโd need. To the world you were just another soul but to me you mean the world.
Death, the lowly thief took you whilst we were sleeping and left me with the agony of knowing you were gone.
We band together to carry you in unforgiving rain. Our last goodbye, as we lay to you down to rest in the arms of the elements.
Life goes on and you will live with me so long as my heart beats, as long as my lungs draw breath. You will be forever remembered as my protector, my best friend and anyone else Iโd need.
Life hurts, it takes, it burns and it breaks but itโs always worth it in the end to have known you and loved you as I did. So long, farewell and goobye.
