by Like Pacific

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Recorded, Engineered and Produced by Derek Hoffman at DHS.
Album Artwork by Kieran Meyn and Dylan Burnett


released August 3, 2012

Jordan Black
Dylan Burnett
Elvy Lee
Cam Ward
Chris Thaung



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Like Pacific Toronto, Ontario

Five dudes with a common love for fast, hard-hitting and melodic music.
Stay Pissed.


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Track Name: Homebound
I bet that you had changed.
For some reason that we think to believe, are settling.
Think back to what I wrote on paper, its still the same.
I'm glad that part of my life is over.
Baggage and dead weight.

So I guess I'm hung up, yeah.
We've covered this.
Bad looks and disgust are traits
I truely cant miss.

Go on with our lives now we're both grown up.
Lost contact for months, theres still no need to catch up.
There are parts of my life that I think I should change.

But I will never write a fucking song about you, ever again.
You dont deserve my attention.
Track Name: Retail Hell (Ft. Brendan Murphy)
It pays the lowest wage
Its considered a job
10x10 foot cage
They say its better than the rest
I’m a part time slave at best
Over worked and under-paid.

No matter what you say
I always end up wrong
Broke, no chance of gold
So lets play the same old game
Of who’s going home alone
Its your soul you’ve sold

This rent, this place
The pressure sinks in for days
And I'm lost again with no fucking answers
Somehow you make more than me
I travel for minimal shifts and work my goddamn ass off
While you get to go on “sick leave”

At 9am this gate
Opens for world
For the most part I still hate
And your turnover rate
We all know is a joke
So I’m spitting on its grave.

If ranting on this stage
Means I'm doing something wrong
Its never felt so right
Im just acting, acting my age
Crying in every song
My lifes the saddest sight
Track Name: Chin Up, Hogan
And now I'm a ghost, at the bottom of Kingston road.
Just west of hell, just east of home.
And as I sit here, overthink everything.
Begin to over analyze just what It meant to me.
Like I'm caught in the rain.
A string of bad luck I should be use to this routine.
But its the little things, that make me realise, I'm just tired of this scene.

With that being said, I wont make a stand.
For something I dont believe in.
WIth that being said I wont make a stand, for something
I dont respect or believe in.

Another song about two feet, following your heartbeat.
All of that is bullshit.
Never got me through anything. ANYTHING AT ALL.

I 've got a lot of friends but it dont mean shit.
It shows my inner beauty when I treat them like it.
I'm always sad or I'm angry.
They call it teen angst, so I guess it hasnt left me.
I'm not my biggest fan and you should know that, I go back on my words like I never even
said them.

One day, I'll be able to, lift more than just one finger...for you
Track Name: Head Case
This place is dense. As I'm crawling over your protected fence.
I'm not holding in what needs to be said.
For crying out loud, your days have been spent,
on the phone spilling every truth about the life I live.

Maybe its just me, and the way I think.
You should probably spend more time being less pathetic.

ROT, to the bone. In your six foot grave, soon to be called your home. Bury another name.
Now all thats left is smoke, in this four wall closet space.
I used to know that kid.
Now you're just another head case. Just another HEADCASSE

Most of my time spent wasted, in a vicious circle in a basement.
A step closer to hell and if you couldnt tell I cant relate, I cant relate its...
Not me anymore, as I escape out the side door.
And with my luck, Ill be stuck forever.
I need to find a purpose, something tells me , this is worth it.