blue-snafu

about

Formed in January 2020, Cohort B is an experimental-punk outfit born out of Queens, New York. While members Hunter Factor, Jhonny Núñez, and Don Pardo all share a similar, yet eclectic taste of musical influences, their sound is reminiscent of the twisted rhythms of 80's no-wave mixed with modern, hardcore aggression, by way of prog-rock style songwriting execution. The goal is to corral their listeners along in the process, leaving them asking "what the fuck?..."

lyrics

1001 LUKEWARM USA

traffic
dogbite
purse
rust
orca

domeshitz

snafu
yee yee
hubble
gaze
Has it kicked in?
All of his tendon All of his skin With matters so urgent Have you seen where his face went? Oh im aware Yes Ive been aware This movement to the next Has gotten me in a bind with death in its playground But its so clear to me now
a man sinks into his seat oh how good he couldve had it if he just hadnt drowned his frustrations in a sea of red lights breeding frustration anew "what am i doing?" "where am i going?" And he says to himself and Ive been known to use and Ive been known to use This hammer is my sentence these cold repeats so frequent Confined to a room With nothing but his secrets Am I using this term right am I losing my edge Am I running in circles trying to find an end Have I gotten my fill? Have I seen it all Have I seen enough?
Aint no one wholl let you know when youre hanging loose But theyll tell you that its for a cause And when your efforts dont cut it You failed your teachers and now youre saying “I cant make it anywhere” By asking anyone So its only right if I could take a bigger slice But just so you know Its made to entice Its by design And if youre looking for a free throw Youve got it made Now youre getting paid And all for what? Making shit that you thought wed need This mommas got mouths to feed This architectures giving me anxiety My entire life I was relieved Of the need to reach for the stars So I became the one Whose job it was to clean the dust From those who scored from daddys trust I said too much but its okay Privileged to work for you any day I hate the sound of chains that bind So I taught myself to wrap that shit round my teeth and bite back Hey, could you be a little clearer why cant you let us get ahead do you fear us? You call it reparations I call it empty gestures Now its not enough Now its not enough Whyd you give up on me Why would you give me up Whyd you give up on me Why wont you give me —
If i could be just a bit stronger, would I even be an option? if i could grow an inch or two, would i still be under your thumb? Strange that you would be the kind to share this out (if i dont who will) I tried to please you, won have won hear it Funny how it seems we keep on going thru the same shit. Aint it strange? He bares a hand at no expense reject your offer, wishes you the best No clue where I come from, so give it a guess “Its a lot to process”, so process this: Theres nothing more personal than a purse thats been emptied out on the pavement. Still too much to process, well process this! Well Ill tell you what I think just dont take it to heart if a succubus stood next you I couldnt tell you apart Heaving and shaking cold sweat in the night I worry if Im coming off a little too nice Yeah I worry if Im coming off A little too nice Yeah Ill sure be the one to catch the words drooling out saying what i said but youre not saying much the truth in camo as digestible lies so ill dig it out and blow dirt in your eyes your dead in the eyes dead in the eyes dead in the eyes
are you someone that looks to be understood? automatic speech giving me all i need to know he left his iron by the window Watch that fuckin grin the only thing i know you wont cover up words have you bastardized the streets were asked and your name was called I keep one hand on the mic only sense of control your pockets full only handing us back these clouds of rust looking back i couldnt see a better face to trust once i had a calling once i heard the whispers once i came across this shining piece could you imagine if your first time would end up being your last time make it make sense this passing moment immortalized in the line between macabre and reality one in the same you come to the point where you wake up before you say good night if you thought this was a game, guess whos being played you get so emotional about going through the motions its so easy just forget you had a choice in the matter and youll be fine my dad, he gave up on this city life not a care not a wince no sleep in his eyes walk around in his boots Im stepping on pebbles and mud if i could be frank no one knows what this man was like
shes got his hand pressed against his breast connection; a subtle form of arrest at least thats the impression that he gets its his world and this is how he chooses to cope with sex liberty from ashin the skin maybe Id have more to say if I gnashed my teeth in a good book or try a long walk on the town named after the crown all the spoils that surround pays to be alert course its nothing but a blur casualties forgotten as soon as they occur maybe Id come around after being graced with this gift maybe Id be more enthused if I wasnt over over this shit wait it's coming together now just any minute now just any minute now my jaw jutting out of sheer tension a fresh take on a festering wound i feel i got a lump the size of pumice stone down my throat smoothing out these edges just to have a cleaner approach running out of teeth to collect from the limestone tiles so i zoomed to catch nearest coat its not in my best interest to pack on any more pounds i suppose theres more than 10 ways to wear yourself out falling bailing dont berate me at my pace not your decision trust ill make you over ill try to console ya i adore ya falling bailing dont berate me concentrate on whats your statement trust ill make you over ill try to console ya i adore ya
you know he wanted smoke he wanted my blood i gave in to his schievenous eyes Rolled back punches how soft was that blow? “keep it open” my guard or my options? ive looked him up made up for lost time a rude pass at what coulda been a good fuck by the time that youd claim your word was your bond ive given up just splaining my thoughts “nice kid, he was uh he had a softness that uh you couldnt resist beside him is a smile hes kept for me id like to be like him OH” ive seen the way you talk to strangers when you want something from em so talk to me nice my cups full, so i keep filling it trust that my fall is my own doing my cups full, so i keep filling it trust that my fall is all my own doing i wanted more than i would admit i wont expect you to read into this youll patiently await a response this situations normally all fucked this situations normally all fucked this situations normally all fucked up
i mind my peace kiss my dogs trust my teeth flies comb the air i love this job dont touch my hair theres no life cities a bust trip out on mass exodus are you the change that you see? i hate a bitch named me dragging your knuckles on your tar spackled jungle its an everlasting exposé my faults wont cease to expose me walked out on his answers my thoughts remain on his lack of convictions much to my surprise i gave two decisions he chose to say “i cant deny that Ive been really lost these days without her” i mind my peace kiss my dogs trust my teeth flies comb the air i love this job dont touch my hair theres no life cities a bust trip out on mass exodus are you the change that you see? i hate a bitch named me
...what?