1. |
Mornin'!
00:05
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2. |
USA
07:32
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Dumbfounded, downtrodden and dejected.
Crestfallen, grief-stricken and exhausted.
Trapped in my room while the house was burnin’
to the motherfuckin’ ground.
I saw the sign but it was misleading.
I fought the law, but the law was cheating.
Screaming for help, but somebody keeps on
telling me to settle down.
Please be honest, tell me was it you?
Clerk at the midwestern service station,
Striped uniform, giggling at catch phrases,
look in her eyes we’re up to something,
oh, it doesn’t matter now.
Man in a crossover with his family
sketched in decals on the window smiling,
driving parallel in the lane beside me,
oh, it doesn’t matter now
but please be honest,
tell me was it you?
I won’t hate you
I just need to know.
Please be honest.
Tell me was it you?
At first he thought it was the undertow
but he was dragged to the bottom of the lake
by a couple of kids saying, “it’s a joke”
though he didn’t know any of their names.
As they held him down, the crowd got loud
and they cheered when they thought he had escaped.
When the anchor needed something for the 10 o’clock,
What could they say?
Oh what else could they say?
They said,
“Well, you promised us the stars
and now we’re tired and bored.”
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3. |
Yr Throat
02:43
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I can’t find any way
I can’t find any way to relax
I can’t do anything
I can’t do anything of impact
I emptied out my brain
In hopes that I would have some success
Finding some clarity
But I just made a mess
What’s the point of having a voice?
What’s the point of having a voice
when it gets stuck inside your throat?
I’ll ramble incessantly
On pointless rattlings in my head
First person shooter games,
Guitar tones, ELO arrangements,
The differences in an MP3
and a vinyl record that you can hear!
But when it means something,
I always disappear.
What’s the point of having a voice?
What’s the point of having a voice
when it gets stuck inside your throat?
When it gets stuck inside your throat?
When it gets stuck inside your throat?
After the contest
I saw my neighbors
Line up the shots
and say to each other,
“There’s nothing left we can do right now.”
After the tape leaked,
I searched for answers.
Accountability.
All I discovered gave me
Fever sweats from the inside out
It made me cold from the inside out.
It’s not like any other job I know.
If you’re a piece of shit they don’t let you go.
If you’re a piece of shit they don’t let you go.
If you’re a piece of shit they don’t let you go.
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Darkness holds
Begging me to lose control
We wrestle it back and forth ‘til urban silence
Cuts through night
With a scalpel for the light
that bleeds through the margins
and leaves me semi-conscious.
I haven’t found the rhythm yet
to anchor down my life.
I didn’t know I needed one
to hold me through the night.
Ain’t it great,
smashing through the interstate
where we guess the futures of
our concurrent strangers?
They’re on their way to the doctor or to raise
Grandkids of young twenty-somethings
and teenagers.
I’m worried of abandoning
The joys that framed my life
But all this useless energy
Won’t hold me through the night.
Oh please,
you’re not fooling anyone
when you say you tried your best
‘cause you can’t be your best anything
when you can’t get any rest.
Oh please,
you’re not fooling anyone
when you say you tried your best
‘cause you can’t be your best anything
when you can’t get any rest.
I’m worried of abandoning
The joys that framed my life
But all this useless energy
Won’t hold me through the night.
Won’t hold me through the night.
Won’t hold me through
Won’t hold me through the night.
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5. |
Powerlessness
02:43
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This just dawned on me:
I haven’t spoken to another person in a week.
I’ve been sitting silently,
telling myself I need time to think.
I met you at the coffeeshop,
we marched on the interstate and blocked the cops.
The echoes of the flash grenades
Rang in our ears as we moved along.
I called it “positivity,”
and congratulated myself on a job well done.
But after a couple of days
the fire that I thought would burn it down was gone.
Meet me at the Polish bar
I’ll be the one staring at my phone,
shaking like a nervous kid,
absolutely terrified of being alone.
So where can you go when the troubles inside you
Make your limbs feel like they’re covered in lead?
How can you solve all the problems around you
When you can’t even solve the ones in your head?
I need you right now
I need you right now
Before I feel totally dead.
This just dawned on me:
I haven’t spoken to another person in a month.
Well, small talk, OBVIOUSLY,
but nothing beyond barely catching up.
I have lots of things to say,
but they’re gonna sound dumb dumb dumb.
I have lots of things to say,
but I’m just an idiot.
So where can you go when the troubles inside you
Make your limbs feel like they’re covered in lead?
How can you solve all the problems around you
When you can’t even solve the ones in your head?
I need you right now
I need you right now
Before I feel totally dead.
Shriek into the toxic well
Where everybody’s screaming for themselves
and leaves no space to process feeling lost.
These overwhelming distractions
lead to powerlessness
and I feel to weak to walk it off.
Meet me at the Polish bar,
I’ll be the one staring at my phone,
shaking like a nervous kid,
totally terrified of being alone.
So where can you go when the troubles inside you
Make your limbs feel like they’re covered in lead?
How can you solve all the problems around you
When you can’t even solve the ones in your head?
I need you right now
I need you right now
Before I feel totally dead.
[ghost noises]
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6. |
TV Stars
04:20
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I can’t play piano all that well.
Like, I’m fine,
I can get away with it
If I’m acting like I’m drunk on stage
and you’re shocked that I’m playing anything,
I’ll get away with it.
I’ll get away with it, ooh.
I can’t see you in another’s arms
Like, it’s cool,
I just can’t imagine it.
Would you fall asleep to different shows
Than the ones that we drift away with?
I couldn’t dream of it.
I couldn’t dream of it.
TV stars don’t care about who you are.
TV stars don’t care about who you are.
It’s like somebody traded out my skin
For something I could never feel good in
And told me “suck it up, get used to it,
breathe in, repeat it.”
It’s like somebody traded out my skin
For something I could never feel good in
And told me, “suck it up, get used to it.”
To breathe and repeat it
Instead of listening.
TV stars don’t care about who you are.
TV stars don’t care about who you are.
Don’t care about who.
Don’t care about who you are.
I can’t spend another night alone
‘Cause the echoes are too distracting
Getting high and diving into holes
‘Til I can’t even dream of sleeping
and getting away from it,
getting away from it,
ooh.
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After the storm breaks,
fluorescence radiates off
skin overflowing with underexposure.
This was a shit day.
Can’t power through the haze,
I’m tired of waiting for it to be over.
Let’s go back to Melbourne.
We can start over because
Mistakes get forgotten
Dreams can be remembered.
After your heart breaks,
ears ring and colors fade
and everyone smiling feels like an intruder,
And you’re drawn
to the word that came out wrong
as if all along you weren’t ignoring the truth:
you’re a loser.
Let’s go back to Melbourne.
We can start over because
Mistakes get forgotten
Dreams can be remembered.
So go on.
Listen to some stupid song
and pretend to sing along,
and try remembering
what I’d think was smart when I was young,
Where my memory makes me strong
But the record shows me dumb
and breaking everything.
Oh, I paid the price for being wrong.
I’m alone in this mess and a blizzard’s coming on.
I’m alone in this mess and a blizzard’s coming on.
Go back to Melbourne.
We can start over.
Mistakes get forgotten.
Dreams get remembered.
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8. |
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Talk talk talk talk talking to you but
You don’t wanna hear me speak.
I’m try try try try trying to give you
The courtesy of listening.
Beat beat beat beat beat
Beating my head against a wall.
Beat beat beat beat beat
Beating my head against a wall.
I know know know know know in my heart that
All I wanna see is peace
But I I I I I wanna fight you
With every little bit of me.
Beat beat beat beat beat
Beating my head against a wall.
Beat beat beat beat beat
Beating my head against a wall.
Beat beat beat beat beat
Beating my head against a wall.
Beat beat beat beat beat
Beating my head against a wall.
Beat beat beat beat beat
Beating my head against a wall.
Beat beat beat beat beat
Beating my head against a wall.
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9. |
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Every night you go to bed,
you wake up just a little more in pain.
Every time you’re dressing for a sunny day,
The clouds surprise you with rain.
Every cigarette you smoke
‘cause you’re addicted to a quiet source of company.
Every time you told ‘em you were busy
‘cause you’d rather go to sleep.
9 times out of 10 I’ll be stoned on the subway
Reading backlit directives of what I should do
Dodging eye contact with anyone who looks my way.
9 times out of 10 I’ll be thinking of you.
Every little victory don’t matter
if nobody seems to care.
Winning ten bucks on a scratch-off lotto ticket.
The keys you thought disappeared.
Every vacant moment you’ve exhausted all the options
that you thought could fill the hole.
Every star you’re wishing on
just hoping for a little self-control.
Tired of feeling selfish.
Tired of feeling restless.
Tired of feeling down.
9 times out of 10 I’ll be stoned on the subway
Reading backlit directives of what I should do
Dodging eye contact with anyone who looks my way.
9 times out of 10 I’ll be thinking of you.
I’m so out of place when I can’t be with you.
If I don’t see your face
It’s almost like I missed you.
Don’t see your face, it’s almost like I missed you.
It’s almost like I miss you.
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10. |
Let Them Win
11:10
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They can kick us in the knees.
They can push us in the trees again.
They can roll their eyes.
They can criticize, oh yeah.
They can hang us out to dry.
They can profit from their lies.
They can shake our souls.
They can send us home again.
We’re not gonna let them win, oh no.
We’re not gonna let them win, oh no.
They can make us feel afraid
and try to turn it into hate, oh yeah.
They can steal our slice
For the hundredth time
Judge us when we cry
And never empathize
With anyone but themselves.
We’re not gonna let them win, oh no.
We’re not gonna let them win, oh no.
They’re not gonna win
They’re not gonna win
Again
Again
Again
Again
They can sic us on each other
To displace our power,
But it won’t happen again.
Not again.
Not again.
Not again.
They’re not gonna win
They’re not gonna win
Again
Again
Again
Again
We’re not gonna let them win
We’re not gonna let them win
Fuck no.
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Jeff Rosenstock New York
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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