"Tales From A Punk Rock Road Trip" split with B​-​Leaguers

by Hooligan Crooners and B-Leaguers

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    Split mini-album with B-LEAGUERS and HOOLIGAN CROONERS.
    Bonus track "Frankly" (Alternative Chartbusters remix by Matt Dangerfield of The Boys previously released on "Hell Yeah! It's Hooligan Crooners").

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    "From start to finish, the mini-album represents everything that makes punk-rock such a relevant ‘genre’ even in 2017
    – no compromising the punk intent with a dated millennial whoop or clichéd careening chorus – instead it’s all about
    power chords, pummeling drums and genuinely melodic choruses!"

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Split 7-track mini album from Hooligan Crooners (Fr/NL/UK) and B-Leaguers (UK). Available as CD or DOWNLOAD.
BONUS TRACK: Frankly (Matt Dangerfield of The Boys remix)

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released March 31, 2017

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Track Name: It Goes Like This: Hooligan Crooners
It Goes Like This

When I was young, it was like this…the taste of wine on the first kiss.
A Fireman’s Girl with pale-pink lips. Boots and fists and Number Six.
Squeezing every second from the night until it’s dying breath.
The sun comes up, we’d kiss Goodbye with tales of fires and Gangland deaths

All good things, come to an end.
Goodbye to good things. Ahoy! To new bad friends.

CH
It Goes Like This…
It Goes Like This…

I’m too old to be in love. I’m too drunk to be alone.
I’m too tired to be out late, but there’s a fight waiting back at home.
She says she don’t know how she feels, she says she’s bored and nothing more.
Well that’s enough for me. That’s the end of our little war.

Come all you misfits, big-hearted suckers.
Hawkers, hucksters, peddlars….

CH
It Goes Like This.
It Goes Like This.
It Goes Like This.
It Goes Like This…

Hawkers, hucksters, pedlars, duffers.
Hawkers, hucksters, pedlars, duffers.
Put the pedal to the metal. Push this old skip til she roars.
They’re beating on the windows and they’re tearing at the doors.
Throw the monkey from the hood, like a rag-doll in the rain.
Let’s put some miles between us, until we meet again.

CH
It Goes Like This.
It Goes Like This.
It Goes Like This.
It Goes Like This…
Track Name: Holy Shit!! : Hooligan Crooners
Holy Shit.

(It was) Some Saints Day so still and quiet I could hear voices on the rain
Telling me “You’re not alone”. I took shelter
Lit a cigarette, under the Big Wheel and the Pier down on the sand
I thought about, a time out over the sea, I once called home.
I watched the sun sink into the dirt brown sea.
I watched the flames grow over the refinery.
I caught the last tram home through the cold dark streets.
Hit the bell for my stop, fumbled for my keys.
And here I sit, staring out into the night.
I think...the deeper in I sink, the brighter, the brighter shines the light.

CH
Holy Shit, these are the days.
Holy Shit, the very days.
Holy Shit children, these are the days.
Holy Shit, know right from wrong.
Holy Shit, sing your own song.
Holy Shit, laugh your life before it's gone.

Today, the rain dies out on the streets.
Cars sound like waves, crashing on the beach.
Waves crash on the beach.
There's a Crying Giant.
I'm sitting on his knee. Drunk again,
Picking fights with Giants I can't reach.
I watched the sun sink in to the dirt brown sea.
I watched the flames grow over the refinery.
I caught the last tram home through the cold dark streets.
Hit the bell for my stop, fumbled for my keys.
And here I sit, staring out into the night.
I know...the darker the night grows, the brighter, the brighter shines the light.

CH
Holy Shit, these are the days.
Holy Shit, the very days.
Holy Shit children, these are the days.
Holy Shit, know right from wrong.
Holy Shit, sing your own song.
Holy Shit, laugh your life before it's gone.

The nights we spent together, on Valley Road.
My friend, you will not grow old. You will not grow old. You will not grow old.

CH
Holy Shit, these are the days.
Holy Shit, the very days.
Holy Shit children, these are the days.
Holy Shit, know right from wrong.
Holy Shit, sing your own song.
Holy Shit, laugh your life before it's gone.
Track Name: Head Full Of Chemicals: Hooligan Crooners
Head Full Of Chemicals

I queued for assistance and I learned how to beg
For a pound in the hand and a kick in the head
I said “Sir I would take your job, if only I could”
“But I’ve a head full of chemicals and a mouth full of blood”

CH
Now I’ve a head full of chemicals and a pocket full of blues
(I’ve got) All these broken promises and shit on my shoes
Take a look at my face, and if it’s all the same to you
Leave me alone now ‘cos I’m somebody’s fool

Well the days drag by slowly, ‘til you count up the years
The unbroken hearts and the sweet-tasting tears
We’d sleep in the fields and we’d smoke down a hole
And walk all day long to shoot the head off a crow

CH
I’ve a head full of chemicals and a pocket full of blues
(I’ve got) All these broken promises and shit on my shoes
Take a look at my face, and if it’s all the same to you
Leave me alone now ‘cos I’m somebody’s fool

Well I may be a cheat a thief, a charlatan and a liar
But she met me on the bridge and said “I could take you so much higher”
“Have you never been mistreated, or in a strange town alone”
“Or stood by the road waiting for a friend to take you home”
“Or held hands on the waste-land, and spat upon the ground”
“Or stared across the river as the early warning sirens sound”
“Or felt her warm breath, on the back of your neck”
“Westons Red Label, and the promise of success”

CH
I’ve a head full of chemicals and a pocket full of blues
(I’ve got) All these broken promises and shit on my shoes
Take a look at my face, and if it’s all the same to you
Leave me alone now ‘cos I’m somebody’s fool
Somebody’s fool
Somebody’s fool
Somebody’s fool