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NO DREAM

by Jeff Rosenstock

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    You ever wonder what life would be like if your sleeves were like, longer though? And if it were a buncha colors instead of boring ONE BORING COLOR? And like what would the cover of NO DREAM look like at night and then also if you could combine 'em all!?? Well then we have a shirt for you!!

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    23" x 35" full color print with velvet flocking, poster tube included.

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  • 20-page, 8.5” x 11” coloring book with colored pencils (set of 6).

    A bunch of super rad drawings by Gilbert Armendaríz (www.instagram.com/antireason/) meant for you to fill with every color your overwhelmed brain can imagine! A drawing for each song on the record! Wow! Plus a back cover description by dear Jeff Rosenstock friend and big fan, Chris Farren.

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1.
00:54
Did you learn to make amends with your pile of flaming shit? Gain the patience to deal with total idiots without losing your composure? Oh please, tell me how it is! I didn’t have the time. Did you learn to forge a path towards existing comfortably in a total nightmare concurrent with legal weed? Did you harness the inner fortitude to present gracefully? I didn’t have the time. When you wake, does it feel like you have a purpose? When you wake, does it feel like you had a purpose all along? Exploiting all my deep narcissistic tendencies. Basking in the fruits of my soft complicity Did you turn into a person that you really want to be? I didn’t have the time.
2.
01:51
Looking down the barrel of a shitty future, throwing back whatever we can to avoid the dread of what’s been said but there’s just no escaping it. Trying to find the words to explain what it feels like. Buggin’ out like “Wait, did I say something weird? But that is just the price of faking like we’re innocent. Chasing bliss Chasing bliss is only numbing it. Looking for a dream that won’t morph to a nightmare Lying to myself about things that I love Cause I’m distracted by public displays of happiness So I scour the internet for a new pair of Nikes Status symbol shit that I say I’m above Disown control Oh no Oh no I’m fucking full of shit Stinkin’ rich hypocrite No it’s not gonna bring no happiness No it’s not gonna bring no happiness There’s no vacant bliss. There’s no vacant bliss. There’s no vacant bliss. There’s no vacant bliss.
3.
02:51
I’ve been told for most my life “Wait until the perfect time” By people who have been defined by Skipping spots in line Don’t you wanna go away? Don’t you wanna go away? Don’t you wanna go away? Don’t you wanna scram! I’ve been told for most my life “Try to see the other side” By people who have never tried to See the other side Don’t you wanna go away? Don’t you wanna go away? Don’t you wanna scram? Don’t you wanna hide? Don’t you wanna get away tonight? Don’t you wanna run? Don’t you wanna die? Don’t you wanna get away tonight? Not hearing all your shit Don’t waste my fuckin’ time Don’t you wanna get away tonight? Go kick rocks and die. Everything you say is to make me feel stupid Everything you say is to make me feel bad Everything you say is a distraction, So I’m not listening to you.
4.
They were picking up the bodies on TV when I caught a reflection of you and me staring back at us while frozen on the screen. Crank the white noise and pretend that we’re asleep that we’re asleep dream dream dream dream They were separating families carelessly under the guise of protecting you and me. Jailing innocents, no hope of being free. Crank the white noise and pretend that we’re asleep that we’re asleep dream dream dream They were lining up the unsuspecting teens for a violent moment of celebrity. Golden bullets blessed by lobbyist money Splash a tidal wave of blood into your stream Weaponizing what’s left of your empathy Trapped inside a void that zeroes out the screams It’s not a dream It’s not a dream It’s not a dream It’s not a dream It’s not a dream Not a dream Not a dream It’s not a dream The only framework capitalism can thrive in is dystopia. Fuck all the fakers acting like they’re interested in hearing us when we yell, “Hold accountable the architects of hopelessness and neverending violence!” They’ll be like “whatever, idiot” and fuel their brand of power incorruptible like it exists. Saintly fronts in a system that rewards only the greediest. The only endgame for capitalism is dystopia and we know all about but we just don’t know what to do. What can we do? What can we do? “Nothing more to see here y’all. Good night, start heading for the exits.” FUCK VIOLENCE.
5.
02:59
So long! I’m staying home less than leaving. Anxious more often than lookin alive. Stoned more than feeling. Drunk more than sleeping. Too loud in Sweden, they turned off the lights. Can I take a piece of you swerving through mountains after the night shift? Pull off in traffic and let me outside. Carelessly plant it Sleep mask and wishing, “Turn into something, don’t let it die.” Can I take a piece of you ‘cross the state line like the rhythm steals my body like the summer steals my mind? The feeling that follows you from a past life , when you lose it in a moment can you tell yourself it’s fine? Pictures of toilets across the planet. Stuff this in your pocket and wait in the line trade it for chocolates, cough drops, some weird chips, coffee or something. I don’t have the time. Can I take a piece of you ‘cross the state line like the rhythm steals my body like the summer steals my mind? The feeling that follows you from a past life , when you lose it in a moment can you tell yourself it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine it’s fine?
6.
04:10
Did you lose the magic? Did you make it tragic? Did you form a habit? Did you lie about it? Did you know the reasons but ignore the reasons like the dopes believin’ that we kept the seasons? Well, line up to watch it crash and burn. Be a nonconformist Be an aging tourist Hustle like a tortoise Show me where the floor is Latent psychoactive Feeling apparatus Like if you seem alive they won’t know that you’re dead I mean, if you feel alive then you know you’re not dead (uh oh) Line up to watch it crash and burn the fame the fame the fame You don’t even know me You will not control me Go ahead disown me You will not control me You can give the roasting You can have the trophy You can have it all You can have it all You will not control You will not control So leave me the fuck alone.
7.
Don't let me know all the reasons that it probably shouldn't work or let me know all the things I'll never do. Don't go reframing my truth in a context versus you, all aggressive like I got something to prove. If you knew that I think about you every single day, would it make you feel like I'm too much for you? Or would you kinda wanna say, "You don't have to feel that way. I've been trying not to think about you too." Leave it in the sun To melt away Leave it in the sun To melt away Or burn the skin Subconsciously stacked an empty beer can pyramid on a shaky table in a stranger's home. When I hightail out of town, someone else will knock it down because I'm too proud to do it on my own. The hardest part of growing up is letting go.
8.
Sometimes I wanna take the car out on the road, flip it into park and smash myself into a million little pieces. I’m tired of knowing what about myself is wrong but never mustering up the resolve to really try and change it. I walk outside and people say “hey” and sometimes I just wanna say “hey, go away. Go away.” So I guess I better stay inside. I’ve read that if you just sit in a chair and think of focusing your nervous energy on the beauty of breathing you could live a life of real tranquility. But I just thought of every stupid thing that’s been keeping me from sleeping. I close my eyes and it won’t go away. I plug my ears but they’re ringing out, “HEY! HEY!!!! HEYYYYY!!!! HEYYYYYYYY!!!!!” It keeps me from believing that maybe someday the thing will work. Maybe I won’t feel like a jerk. Maybe the words I say will stop coming out weighted. Maybe someday I’ll want to breathe and Maybe the people that I meet won’t lead to a certain future where I’m betrayed and I’m so jaded. & that’s why I’m so fucking sad.
9.
03:24
Go back to the old crap To the things you tell yourself you’ve gotten through. But it’s just been a week of Desperately trying not to sweat off the glue ‘Cause the body wants to do things that the body wants to do. It’s a shell coated in candy for the ground that waits for you. Rip your friends off. Write a new song, Call it “Shame” and claim its indelible truths, Play the victim, Be a shithead, Throw the blame at anyone coming for you ‘Cause the brain’s gonna do things that the brain’s gonna do. I’m the worst kind of person And I’m still in love with you. Howzit animosity can just cut right through the fog of a pixelated memory that you figured was long gone and it shapeshifts into guilt that corners you into rights and wrongs ‘cause you told yourself you’re the kind of person who knows how to move on and the only way to trick yourself into not feeling insane are the negative impulses that you struggle to restrain? You know that nothing’s real but you sink your hooks into mistakes anyway and you’re paralyzed by the how’s and why’s because people never change. You can call it angst but I ain’t seen proof That the world ain’t fucked And we ain’t just doomed to the truth. I’m still gonna do all of the things I want to do But the truth at the moment is I’m tired of the truth. Yeah, I’m tired and I’m through.
10.
03:30
Sam, Your mom has secretly been renting out your home. I used the shower sponge when you went to Spain alone. She told us it’s been rough and you deserved a break and marrying that guy, obviously was a mistake - you had a couple kids but now he’s always gone and you’re stuck sweeping hair at your mommy’s hair salon. The flat you have upstairs, tucked in the suburbs safe, is running low on bread and other amenities ‘cause your mom’s been secretly renting your place. Al, Your elevator looked in hella disrepair but I’m not fuckin’ with a dozen flights of stairs. I tenderized my legs somewhere in Germany trying to convince the bored to pay attention to me. The absinthe that we drank? I’m not sure it was real. Massage place in the building? We know what‘s the fuckin’ deal ‘cause fratboys wait outside, pretending their not there, avert their glassy eyes, but I don’t really care. I don’t wanna lay in bed and stare at the ceiling While chasing the fleeting There’s too much in my head to sleep And I did the thing that movie said, “Foot on the floor beside the bed” Still too much in my head to sleep tonight. Get fucked up, break your stupid bones again. Get fucked up, lose your telephone again. Get fucked up, bother all your friends again. Get fucked up, shame your broken heart again. I really gotta leave, but I just wanna stay. I’m only a real person for a quarter-dozen days until I gotta scram, until I go away and turn into a person that I didn’t want to be - cultivating mold on my laundry and becoming so afraid I’m honestly placing bets on a chemical crapshoot with my brain. Cleaning for the dealer so I’ll black out on the plane. Mumbling in the dark and living vicariously Through a photo album in a stranger’s BNB.
11.
If the weather stays as good or better I might wake up early and escape If the terror of our end together Can sit still enough to wake up late I don't know if it will take Four hours there and back by train I don't know if the whole wide world is Gonna end while I'm away I don't know if I Deserve to go But it's a Monday at the beach Monday at the beach Monday at the beach Monday at the beach If the weather Can keep it together
12.
Early afternoon at the souvenir shoppe, bought a funny ashtray for a couple bucks and we ate pizza under the moonlight (or we ate french fries? under the moonlight.) “Why would any hotel have a bearskin rug? Why would they assume I’m cool with where it’s from?” I murmur to you soaking in the sky. Soon enough it can’t get any darker, we’ll toss and turn once it starts getting hotter. You could give me an ultimatum with a loaded gun, I still can’t tell you what day of the week we’re on. Some days I blink and suddenly it’s night and I broke my promise - didn’t go outside. Dust collects the second that you wipe it off. Too late to vacuum but not too late to toss the roaches I discarded late at night that piled up in the ashtray over time. It feels indicative of a disaster A manifestation of ambitions shattered And I’ll lean into it, keep getting sadder, It doesn’t mean that it really matters. It doesn’t mean that it really matters. Yeah honestly, it doesn’t even matter. Everything’s not just a fucking omen. Under the blanket in our messy home let’s remind each other what we’re doing right ‘cause seek for cracks and surely we will find. Yeah, seek for cracks and surely ye will find don’t seek for cracks when everything is fine.
13.
05:48
Ohio Turnpike Another hour or two Counting the dashed lines Bringing me back to you. Another short night And our summer is through So pick a good song To usher you through the gloom. When I see your face after the flight home I know I’m not alone When you call my name through the modern snow I know I’m not alone I ditched the rental Grabbed the receipts off the dash Threw out the baggie Of coffee grounds and ash I’ll let you go now That’s all I’ve got to report. Sorry I didn’t get Better at being short. When I see your face after the flight home I know I’m not alone Can you call my name through the modern snow Because I don’t want to feel alone. No I don’t want to feel alone. Prepare for the landing and Prepare to be vaguely accused By the sad and underslept In their royal blues Pettin’ the window, cuz I wanna know what it’d feel like If I got to go outside. And at the bag claim With eyes peeled for tatters of tags Flying half-mast like the flag. And through the families We wade in a quest for a cab Nobody wishes for the things That they already have. We relive every misstep that we’ve made in our lives And hoard our scary secrets til they wake us at night And we think we can’t escape from it But maybe we might If we try to just acknowledge we can do anything right. You know You’re the only person that I wanted to like me You’re the only person that I wanted to like me All these other motherfucking dipshits can bite me You’re the only person that I wanted to like me. I miss coming home to you. I miss coming home to you. I miss coming home to you. I hate coming home. I hate leaving home.

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NO DREAM is the 4th studio record from the Death Rosenstock band full of chords, words, beats and more! Tracked live in a big room for that classic "is that a mistake?" sound by Grammy-nominated recorded "Grammy Jack" Shirley, you are GUARANTEED to have not heard this record before you've listened to it! We hope it makes you feel good, but if it doesn't, that's on you sorry.

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released May 20, 2020

JOHN DEDOMENICI - BASS
KEVIN HIGUCHI - DRUMS
MIKE HUGUENOR - GUITAR, VOCALS
DAN POTTHAST - ACOUSTIC GUITAR, KEYS, VOCALS
JEFF ROSENSTOCK - VOCALS, GUITAR, KEYS N MORE

LAUREN BRIEF - VOCALS ON 4
CHRIS FARREN - KEYS, VOCALS ON 8 'N' 12
LAURA STEVENSON - VOCALS ON 3, 6, 7, 8 'N' 12
BOB VIELMA - TROMBONE ON 6, 10 'N' 13

VOX N CLAP SQUAD: GILBERT ARMENDARIZ, ANGELINA BANDA, LAUREN BRIEF, SIM CASTRO, LAURA HAMMOND 'N' NEIL SHARMA

RECORDED BY JACK SHIRLEY AT THE ATOMIC GARDEN EAST
MIXED BY JACK SHIRLEY AND JEFF ROSENSTOCK
MASTERED BY THE ONE & ONLY “GRAMMY JACK” SHIRLEY
ADDITIONAL RECORDING BY JEFF, DAN, LAURA & CHRIS IN THEIR RESPECTIVE HOMES
PRE-PRODUCTION AT DISTRICT RECORDERS IN SAN JOSE, CA
ILLUSTRATIONS BY BEN LEVIN
DESIGN JUNK BY JEFF ROSENSTOCK

GREG HORBAL & CARLY GOLDBERG - US BOOKING STUFF
RICK JOHNSON - LIVE SOUND STUFF
CHRISTINE MACKIE - TOUR STUFF
ANDREW SUMMERS - DRIVING STUFF
GANDHAR SUVAR - LAW STUFF
HIRO TANAKA - PHOTO STUFF
ED THOMPSON - UK / EUROPE BOOKING STUFF

Thanks to everyone above! Parts of this record were written in East Durham, NY at Kara Zuaro & Pete D’Angelo’s double wide trailer - thanks again! And while I’m thankin’ away let’s do this thing - thanks Ryan Perras and Stacey Kimura for letting us work the record out at your place and we’re sorry the toilet broke. Thanks to Mike Park for everything ever, Talia Miller for telling people about the last record, Polyvinyl fam for that deep dish pizza, baby. Thanks Skylar & Joa for letting us crash while working on this record. Jason Klein @ Fender, Tim Dove @ Ernie Ball, Chris Brady @ Aquarian, Shirlene Lau & Christian Stankee @ Sabian, Henry Go @ Innovative Percussion, Alex Auxier @ Orange & Mitch Marcum @ DreamEarz yooooo thanks for hookin’ it up!

Thanks to all of our partners, friends and family for being supportive of this weird un-adult shit we’ve gotten ourselves into and welcoming us wherever we land with open arms. Thanks to Lemuria, Roar, Chris Farren, Laura Stevenson, Martha, Bad Moves, Worriers, Sean Bonnette, Remo Drive, Lincoln LeFevre & The Insiders,The Hanny J Experience, Remember Sports & Joyce Manor for sweatin’ on planet Earth with us. Thanks Ben Levin, Creek fam, Mikey Erg Band, Zack Mykula, Amanda Fotes, Jake Katz, Per-Magnus Söder, Nacho & Yolanda, Luke, Tim & Nick, Jamie Coletta, AJJ, PUP Fam, Katie Ellen, Eric & Val & Night Owls Print Shop. Damn I feel like I forgot to thank like fuckin’ fifty people.

Hey thank you by the way, it’s been very cool and good to play music for people who are cool with us being our hyperactive freakbaby selves. We are lucky fuckies.

For Britt.

10% of all proceeds will be donated to Food Not Bombs: foodnotbombs.net

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Hello. I'm Jeff Rosenstock. In 2007 I started a free/donation-based digital label called Quote Unquote Records. I also used to be in the band Bomb the Music Industry! and then that band stopped. Now I just do this stuff. Hope you like it!

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