Making Plans

by Pacer

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Our debut album, tracked live over 2 days at the start of the year and self mixed.

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released 02 July 2012

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Pacer London, UK

We are a Punk Rock band from England. We started playing together as PACER at the start of 2010, but had played in different bands together for the best part of 5 years. At the end of summer 2010 Chunksaah Records released our first EP, No.1. Our new album Making Plans was released in summer 2012 and is available to download now from our bandcamp. ... more

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Track Name: Be A Man
What does it take to be a man?
I thought I know once but I still don’t understand
The destinations out in front of me.
How I get there is a mystery.

Here’s how I was ; Young but not stupid.
And how I felt ; Misled not useless.
Right now, mind clouded by the fog,
of who I am and who I wish I was.
But I don’t even know!

I’ve got a book filled with clumsy sentences
meaningless sentiments and overworked adjectives.
I’ve got a room’s filled with all the things I need
to distract me from ever trying to succeed.

But will I even know?

Hand up, eyes shut, I’ve had enough I give up.
Broken back, I’m on my knees. Give me space to try to breath.
Does it even show, when I get there will I know?
“who I want to be” is gonna be the end of me!
And when I get there will I know?
Track Name: Flags
Sell everything that you once owned,
On the internet, and move out of home.
Get an education or start paying rent.
You soon forget what those songs meant.
So here is your youth, packed into boxes.
Which ideals were yours?
Which were the fashionable choices?
Here’s you opinions
and the lives you led.
I remember the conversations.
Every word we said.


these shirts were monuments to the places we had been,
They’re stacked like folded flags, reminders of who you used to be.

And you said “aren’t we a generation, whose songs all have been sung?”
We’re still here and I can’t hear you over the ringing in my ears.
“aren’t we a generation, whose songs all have been sung?”
We’re still here and I can’t hear you over the ringing in my ears.

We all drift from scene to scene,
you forget the words, like you forget me.
Move to the city,Get a good job.
Maybe live somewhere pretty,
maybe you’ll find god!
So here’s your “new life”. the new things you own.
Here’s your new friends,
forget the ones back home.
Look back on those years
and the times we spent
and remember the conversation.
and the words we said.
pre chorus
these shirts were monuments to the places we had been,
They’re stacked like folded flags, reminders of who you used to be.

Remember the past to keep my feet on the ground.
Remember the songs and I still sing them loud.
Remember the shows and all that we went through.
I remember the past and I’ll remember you.
Track Name: Little Avalons
I’m running, I’m running my self ragged
everybody wants that pound of flesh
there’s not much left.
I’m running, I’m running my self raw
the unsubtle sense of grinding,
These facts that we try and hide in.
And in the end what do we get,
except for years of regret?

chorus
we waste our lives on things
that we all end up hating
Do we get what we ask for?
Do we get excuses?
‘till your dead inside
Nothing behind the eyes
we work on and on
for our little Avalons

v2
I’m running, I’m running out of excuses
all the lies we tell ourselves
you know it’s useless
I’m running, I’m running out of time
A long drop from a short rope,
it’s a circle, hope-despair-hope
We take for granted our health
we put our hopes up on the shelf

chorus
we waste our lives on things
that we’ll end up hating
Do we get what we ask for?
Do we get excuses?
‘till your dead inside
Nothing behind the eyes
we work on and on
for our little Avalons

chorus

Bridge
Little avalon, where has it gone?
I enjoy the sweat.
I enjoy the toil.
But only if working towards my goals
I’ll enjoy the sweat.
I’ll enjoy the toil.
But where are my goals?
Track Name: When It's Over
A heavy fog hangs in these places.
Separating each of us
obscuring faces.
Repeated Questions, Repeated Questions.
Small talk is fucking aimless

I guess we’ll have to admit it,
even if we don’t want to face it.
When it’s over (yeah it’s over)
I guess we’ll have to admit it,
even if we don’t want to face it.
When it’s over (yeah it’s over)
When it’s over, When it’s over, just move on.

Keep your eyes down, keep your mouth shut.
Moving on, growing apart.
Answer my questions. Answer my questions.
We’re so obnoxious, we should be helping

Divided opinions
laid onto the table
resenting new beginnings
in any way we’re able
Here’s the answer - friendships failing.
Track Name: Flutters
Flutters and I feel stupid again,
tell me you didn’t know what was on the next page.
You self flagellate, while you procrastinate.
Not get easier, not getting easier.
Think about where your eyes wander because,
wondering eyes, wandering eyes.
Are gonna lead to bad memories
Making new scars over old surgeries.

Show me your cuts, show me your bruises.
You act the way that your heart chooses.
Show me your cuts, show me your bruises.
You act the way that your heart chooses.

Who needs self destruction when you are falling apart?
Got nihilism down to a fine art.
Guts on the floor, I just exploded.
A broken heart my sleeve?
Yeah you know it.
Can’t hold this tongue no more I’m gonna swallow it,
Or maybe cut it off and let you borrow it.
Use it to seal the package of the last 6 years.
Here’s to the next 6 with a few less tears.

And I’m stuck, wondering why it still feel’s the same
and yet I want it to die. And I’m repeating a second-hand question
or crippling myself trying to learn the same lesson. I never say what I think
I keep things to myself, a big mouth never treated me well. And all the worst things that I can be,
they spill out and get the best of me.

Flutters and I feel stupid again,
tell me you didn’t know what was on the next page.
You self flagellate, while you procrastinate.
Not get easier, not getting easier.
Think about where your eyes wander because,
wandering eyes, wandering eyes.
Are gonna lead to bad memories
Making new scars over old surgeries.
Who needs self destruction when you are falling apart?
Got nihilism down to a fine art.
Guts on the floor, I just exploded.
A broken heart my sleeve?
Yeah you know it.
Can’t hold this tongue no more I’m gonna swallow it,
Or maybe cut it off and let you borrow it.
And as I kick and as I curse
I guess I’m still here for what that’s worth
Track Name: Roads
These roads were long,they’ve lead to dead ends.
The trials were hard and now we are not friends.
The hardest part, the hardest part?

Now we don’t talk, now we don’t write
and thats the part that I don’t like.
It’s for the best, I guess it’s for the best.

I’ll cut off my tongue to spite my mouth,
not talking getting much easier now.
We don’t talk as we...we have nothing left to say.

We had some good times but there’s been better days,
We’ve had problems we’ve solved in better ways.
Another empty song of how it all went wrong?

So I broke my fingers to spite my brain.
The words I typed always came out the same.

I’ll cut off my tongue to spite my mouth,
not talking getting much easier now.
We don’t talk as we...we have nothing left to say.

Please forgive me all my wrongs.
I’m only learning, yeah I’m only learning.
When you speak, you speak in tongues.
My ears burning, my ears are burning.

So I’m walking in circles, trying to find my way.
I’ll stop and bury my head, this is my resting place.

We all deal with problems in many different ways.
We all feel like this but don’t know what to say.
Pretty much useless, tired of my own excuses.

I’ll cut off my tongue to spite my mouth,
not talking’s that much easier now.
We don’t talk as we...we have nothing left to say.
Track Name: Making Plans
“You’re still here?”
“I know i guess I’m stuck,
blaming lack of motivation on my bad luck”
You’ve been around the world in the year that has past
and I’m here like an idiot, nose pressed against the glass.
Blame work, blame money, blame everyone not me.
It’s taken seeing you again to knock sense into me.

I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Put my future in my own hands.
I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Stop making useless resolutions
and start making plans.

At one point
with all of this I was content.
But I’ve got restless, so let’s be reckless again.
You life it can grow stale, lamenting limited means.
Time to make a plan and tear this life apart at the seams.
There are times when I overcompensate for my lack of confidence.
This is me helping myself, pulling myself out of my shell.

I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Put my future in my own hands.
I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Stop making useless resolutions
and start making plans.

“You’re still here?”
“I know i guess I’m stuck,
I’m blaming lack of motivation on my bad luck”
You’ve been around the world in the year that has past
and I’m here like an idiot, nose pressed against the glass.
Blame work, blame money, blame everyone not me.
It’s taken seeing you again to knock sense into me.

I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Put my future in my own hands.
I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Stop making useless resolutions
and start making plans.
Track Name: Sourpuss
Thought you’d find me lying on my back?
Head in my hands, heart feeling flat.
Well I admit I took time to fix myself
and to learn how to spend time with someone else.
At the time I had no perspective,
when I said those words, I really meant it.
I don’t regret how it came about
but still there’s a sour taste that’s in my mouth.

Wide eyes and idealistic, that’s the way I try to see things.

Call me an idiot but don’t call me a liar
I don’t regret it, I’m glad that we tried it.
I guess I’ll learn how not to get burned x2

Was this all an anomaly - a fucked up lesson in anatomy?
Wont find me down on my knees,
Screaming, demanding for apologies.
And my friends, they were there to witness.
They saw the start, the resulting sickness.
I felt confused, many thoughts in head.
I’m Not really angry, just disappointed.

Wide eyes and idealistic, that’s the way I try to see things.

Call me an idiot but don’t call me a liar
I don’t regret it, I’m glad that we tried it.
I guess I’ll learn how not to get burned x2
Track Name: Ice Eater
Nervously awaiting your arrival
I’ve got the whole night planned out.
And I will be suave, I mean a real gentleman.
I will be so glad that I left the house.
It’s been many months and I’m loosing my patience
with my own inadequacies.
But maybe with luck you’ll be love struck,
I’m not as confident as I may seem

This words sit on a dim lit screen
and meaning tries to burst through every seam
woven in characters : what I want to say
but will they ever get to see the light of day.
I’m so fed up with my hang ups,
I’ve got to stop I’ve got to stop I’ve got to stop
repeating myself, repeating these actions
i’ve got too many dead ends, too many distractions.

I’m not one for Ice Breaking.
The thought of it leaves me chilled.
But I’ll tell you a story about
a stupid thing I’ve done,
you’ll get to know how I really feel.

Now you sit opposite, I try to read your face.
my heart beats fast from the coffee in my veins.
I tell you of my lack of faith and how I don't believe in fate
as reason we sit here today.
So tell me a joke or Tell me a story
Tell me your favourite songs and of past glories
‘cause inside there’s a flame and I can feel it growing
and I can tell by your face that it is showing.

I’m not one for Ice Breaking.
The thought of it leaves me chilled.
But I’ll tell you a story about
a stupid thing I’ve done,
you’ll get to know how I really feel.

All of my stories seem to end the same way
with “what I wanted to” or “I should have said”.
Will I’ll leave this night as one of them
and will I stand there motionless.
Another night another regret?
Track Name: Red Shirts
She Said “I wanna see the world”
And I said “hey I do to!”
But she said “well that’s the problem,
I don’t want to see it with you”
You can be so in sync
That it makes you sick.
Then you realise
you don’t see eye to eye.

We kiss in thunderstorms
persuade ourselves it’s perfect.
We’ll build for years and years,
to realise it’s all worthless.
Lie there with your head on my heart
and listen to the beats.
We’ll say that we’re in love?
We don’t know what that means.

So tell me at what point,
does it get better?
Foolish hearts looking for love,
foolish souls all sat alone.
Loneliness,
It always leads to longing.
And then you realise
You are obsessed over nothing.

We kiss in thunderstorms
persuade ourselves it’s perfect.
We’ll build for years and years,
to realise it’s all worthless.
Lie there with your head on my heart
and listen to the beats.
We’ll say that we’re in love?
We don’t know what that means.
And “young love” will tear itself apart,
tear you up and break you down,
you’re gonna fall apart.
But honestly I’m telling you it will get better.

You’ll run through thunderstorms
to find that one whose perfect.
You’ll Build it for years and years
and realise that it’s worth it.
Lie there with your head on my heart
and listen to the beats.
We’ll say that we’re in love
And we’ll know what that means.
And this love will go straight your heart.
Build you up and strengthen you,
you’ll never fall apart.

But Honestly I’m telling you it will get better.
Track Name: Everything's Fucked
I was in a rut, obsessed with everything I have not got.
I was a full stop, bereft of words - a lonely little dot.
So I made a plan, to end this sentence and become a man
I will make a start, I will make a stand

I don’t believe in fate, what we see is serendipity.
And these things I hate, sometimes they get the better of me.
I had a stupid idea, it will will make you laugh
These circumstances never change unless you’re the one to start.

So when everything’s broken, when it’s all fucked.
Don’t be content to sit and waste away, accepting that you're stuck.
There are places where we wait and there are ones where will will waste away.
Rooms can become catacombs if you don’t make your own better days.

And now across the sea, the lake reflects the best of me.
On two wheels I ride, ever increasing speed.
I made a list and I worked hard, I travelled long, I traveled far.
I return back to the start and carve those words across my heart.
Track Name: Explainer? I hardly know her.
I said, “I’d never write a love song”
It always seemed to be so fucking easy.
All the rhymes all sound the same,
and all the metaphors seem sleazy.
It’s a crutch to be singing I miss you
but I miss you, so what am I to do?
You said to me, “will you think of me?”
A stupid question. A stupid question!

I am restless, I am pacing, agitated, my heart racing. I am nervous, I am scared.
I am restless, apathetic, a room full of anesthetic. I am nauseous, I am tired, I am dumb.

Don’t forget things learnt is past lessons.
Who said life would be so fucking easy?
Your rhetoric is sounding lame and
Your defense was never pleasing.
You licked your wounds so long that it’s become a vice.
You’re staying in and counting bruises every night.
I said to you, “do you still think of me?”
A stupid question. A stupid question.

I am restless, I am pacing, agitated, my heart racing. I am nervous, I am scared.
I am restless, apathetic, a room full of anesthetic. I am nauseous, I am tired, I am dumb.
I’m in love.

And as I sit here amongst the rubble that I will call my home.
I think of you, it makes me smile and I hope you know.
That even here across the sea in this lonely empty room
My bones may break, my feet may bleed
My ligaments tear but my heart stays true!

I am restless, I am pacing, agitated, my heart racing. I am nervous, I am scared.
I am restless, apathetic, a room full of anesthetic. I am nauseous, I am tired, I am dumb.
I’m in love.