Fire Sale - “We Dance for Sorrow“ Negative Progression Records - A BlankTV World Premiere Live Video

Fire Sale - “We Dance for Sorrow“ - Like this video? Come see thousands more at the Net’s largest, uncensored, completely . music video site, ! Free! Uncensored! Triggered! BlankTV! *** Apple Music: Amazon: Spotify: Fire Sale - “We Dance for Sorrow“ Negative Progression Records - A BlankTV World Premiere Live Video Artist City, State, Country: Los Angeles, California, . Artist Bio: Fire Sale is a punk rock supergroup comprised of Matt Riddle (Face to Face and No Use for a Name), Chris Swinney (The Ataris), Pedro Aida (Ann Beretta), and Matt Morris. Their new 2-song single was mixed/mastered at The Blasting Room (owned by Bill Stevenson of The Descendents) and has hand-painted art by Mark deSalvo, known for classic album covers (NOFX, Lagwagon and Pulley). “A Fool’s Errand“ starts with a dynamic bass line that pushes the melody all over the fretboard. With plenty of “woahs“ to go around, fans singing along in front will be squished against the stage by the inevitable circle pit. B-Side “We Dance for Sorrow“ is a mid-tempo roam that has a “hey! hey! hey!“ chorus so catchy you’ll be singing to yourself all over town. Director Name: Joe Harris Director Website: About the Video: Double Wide Bar, Dallas, TX - Artist Website: Facebook: Twitter: Instagram: YouTube: @firesale BandCamp: Record Label: Negative Progression Records Label Website: Song Lyrics: “We Dance for Sorrow“ The consternation’s never lacking No end in sight, no self-control With self-awareness I’m invoking you To realize control Same old story, wasted glory We had to suffer, so you could recover Same old story, wasted glory Don’t need to reconcile What you can call your own We dance for sorrow We dance not to get scorned Missed opportunities take hold But hey, hey, hey, hey, don’t run away When they, they, they, they, don’t hesitate To confiscate your soul Same old story, wasted glory We had to suffer, so you could recover Same old story, wasted glory Don’t need to reconcile What you can call your own When you figure out what they’re all about You’ll spit out what they fed So don’t take too long, where you don’t belong Find your way home where the boxwood’s always trim Same old story, wasted glory We had to suffer, so you could recover Same old story, wasted glory Don’t need to reconcile What you can call your own Same old story, wasted glory We had to suffer, so you could recover Same old story, wasted glory Don’t need to reconcile What you can call your own *** Please support us on Patreon! Follow us on Instagram: Like us on Facebook: Follow us on Twitter: Upvote us on Reddit: Check out the new merch! Thumbs Up, Comment and Subscribe!