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by Jeff Rosenstock

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released February 25, 2015

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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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Track Name: You, In Weird Cities
Philip’s living up in Chicago.
Matty’s working hard in Ohio.
Fitzy and Chris are very far away.
Sean, Ian and Rick are in Michigan
And we try to see each other whenever we can
But there’s only so many days that we can stay.

I’m always getting high
When no one is around
‘Cause nothing makes me feel
Anything’s worthwhile
Nothing makes me happy
I’m like a bratty child
Nothing makes me laugh
Nothing makes me smile

Some of my friends are good Americans.
How can they empathize with the trouble that I’m in?
I don’t have to wake up, I don’t have to feed a kid
And it’s got to the point where I’m not sure if that’s something I wanted

Instead of getting high
When no one is around
‘Cause nothing makes me feel
Anything’s worthwhile
Nothing makes me happy
I’m like a shitty child
Nothing makes me laugh
Nothing makes me smile

But when I listen to your records
I don’t need to look at pictures
It’s like I’m hanging out with you in weird cities
Getting lost, and pretending
That we’ll never go back
We’ll never go back

You, laughing with me
getting lost in weird cities
‘cause we’ll never go back
We’ll never go back

To always getting high
When no one is around
‘Cause nothing makes me feel
Anything’s worthwhile
Nothing makes me happy
I’m like a shitty child
Nothing makes me laugh
Nothing makes me smile

But when I listen to your records it’s like I’m hanging out with you.
When I listen to your records it’s like I’m hanging out with you.
When I listen to your tunes it’s like I’m there with you.
I wanna hang out with you
Track Name: Novelty Sweater
Stuck in a room, clutched to an aching womb.
My mind like a trap.
In the same state I was in ‘88.
Lept up, falling back.

I’ve been daydreaming under a novelty sweater
Stinking of fear.

Starting again, starting it all again. leapt
My life like a trap.

I’ve been daydreaming under a novelty sweater
Stinking of fear.

I’ve been accusing self-medication
For all of my overcompensation
For all of these faults that no one would notice
If I could shut my mouth.

I’ve been daydreaming under a novelty sweater, oh oh oh oh.
Track Name: Nausea
Held in a bong hit, sitting in a
Hot tub in south Wisconsin. I feel
amazing when I’m all alone
switching between porn and Robocop

Turned off my cellphone, drank a bottle
of wine and read a Cometbus and
Passed out naked, shriveling, stumbled
To bed in a fucked up sleepwalk

I got so tired of discussing my future
I’ve started avoiding the people I love
Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea.

I read the worst thing ever in a bathrobe of off-white terricloth,
Translated by technology from your voice extremely inaccurately.

I got so tired of discussing my future
I’ve started avoiding the people I love
Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea
Shake and sweat and I can’t throw up.
I got so tired of discussing my future
That I walk through my life like I’m the only one
With evenings of silence and mornings of nausea
Shake and sweat and I can’t throw up.

Cleaned up the empty bottles.
Let the smoke out through chilly windows.
I used the stationary bike
I watched the end of The Price Is Right
Ordered an egg-white sandwich and I
Drove south through mid-day traffic and I
Called up some folks I truly love and
Hung up after they said hello.

I got so tired of discussing my future
I’ve started avoiding the people I love
Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea
Shake and sweat and I can’t throw up.
I got so tired of discussing my future
That I walk through my life like I’m the only one
With evenings of silence and mornings of nausea.
Track Name: Beers Again Alone
Spent the whole weekend in bed
Summoning all of the garbage within
To skate figure eights in my head
Shit-smearing the ice ‘til I’d rather be dead.

So don’t wait for me
You’re better
You’re fine when I’m alone.

The loneliness starts around five
I know they’re all heading out to the dives
To sprinkle some red in their eyes
Everyone’s there
They’re all having great times.

So don’t wait for me
You’re better
You’re fine when I’m alone.

So I wait a few hours
For someone I love to come home
To stay awake for three hours at most
Then I’m drinking beers again alone, all alone
Yeah I’m drinking beers again alone.

So don’t wait for me
You’re better
You’re fine when I’m alone.
I can’t wait forever
So I’m drinking beers again alone, all alone.
Yeah, I’m drinking beers again alone.
Track Name: I'm Serious, I'm Sorry
I didn’t know that he got in a car crash
We could have been friends, could have got married
Could have had grandkids, sent them to college
Or at least attended each other’s weddings.

I didn’t know that you stayed home for hours
Calling his parents asking for answers
Skipping your prom night, crying and praying
Up to a God that you never believed in.

Meghan held your body
While you were sobbing at the party
And I couldn’t leave the kitchen
I ingested too much poison.

I wanted to tell you I know how it feels when
The people you love just start disappearing
Ashamed that you took their presence for granted
But I didn’t want to seem condescending

I didn’t know that you’d relive the moment
The doctor came out with a frown and a clipboard
And you wandered home with no ride feeling stupid
That you thought that this was a regular visit

Meghan held your body
While you were sobbing at the party
And I couldn’t help from staring
And creating extra tension
Watching Meghan hold your body
While you were sobbing at the party
And I couldn’t leave the kitchen
I ingested too much poison.

Were you supposed to not go to college?
Stay in your mom’s house on the computer
googling grief cures, talking to no one
Waiting for life to start feeling better?
Waiting for pain to not be a constant?
Waiting to feel like anyone’s honest?
Waiting for me to stop being sarcastic
Because I can’t accept (because I can’t accept)
Because I can’t accept all the bad things that happen.

Oh, I swear I’m sorry
That I saw you at the party
That I stood there saying nothing
While you wept before your new friends
Oh, I’m serious, I’m sorry
Oh, I’m serious, I’m sorry
Track Name: Hey Allison!
She’s on the western side looking at the Jersey skyline.
She’s in a real bad mood so she couldn’t write back to you.
She’s had the longest day and it’s a gridlocked highway.
She’s in a real bad mood so she couldn’t write back to you.

“Hey Allison! This city’s a total disaster without you around.”

You spent the days inside avoiding social landmines
That poke at every bruise.
Is she gonna write back to you?
You’re an exhausted kid of fractured relationships.
You wanna crush that gloom.
Is she gonna write back to you?

“Hey Allison! This sudden detachment from friendship is making me ache.”
Track Name: Polar Bear Or Africa
As I desaturate the fertile greens, I wanna tell you I
Don’t perpetuate these western schemes but I can’t stop laughing at
The shortsightedness of childhood dreams where we’re all young astronauts.
The truth is it sucks being young and in love.
When you’re old you’re just bummed that you’ll never be happy enough.

Swim in waterfalls while parents sleep; emerge with spider bites.
Fearlessly exploring new countries, I crashed my motorbike.
I wanted to outline the scar in tattoo ink.
It looked like a polar bear or Africa.
But the scar went away and my memories changed.
No, it wouldn’t be great to be back in 1998.

I’ve been treating my body.
Like I never worry that I’m gonna die
Because you would forgive me.
I’ve been treating my body.
Like I, Like I’m worried
That I’m gonna die and you’re gonna forget my name.

So what do we get for the friends we’ve met and the ones we love at home?
Yeah, what do we get for the friends we’ve met and the one we’ve left alone?

We’re gonna give ‘em a trip to the hospital.
We’re gonna give ‘em the bill for the funeral.
We’re gonna give ‘em the debt from our student loans.
We’re gonna give ‘em what’s left of the shit we owned.

I’ve been treating my body.
Like I never worry that I’m gonna die
Because you would forgive me.
I’ve been treating my body.
Like I, Like I’m worried
That I’m gonna die and you’re gonna forget my name.
I’m gonna die and you’re gonna forget my name.
I’m gonna die and you’re gonna forget my name.

So what do we get for the friends we’ve met and the ones we love at home?
Yeah, what do we get for the friends we’ve met and the one we’ve left alone?
Track Name: Hall Of Fame
Staring down at your hands trying hard to react to
What they said, and they’re your friends but the words they escape you
If you can’t even speak how can anyone love you?
They’re waiting for you to fall, and take your place.

Getting drunk all alone in a quiet hotel room.
You repeat all the most shameful things that you’ve been through.
It dawns on you, that it’s true, fucking nobody loves you.
They’re waiting for you to fall, and take your place.
They’re waiting for you to fall, and take your name out of the hall of fame, oh
They’re waiting for you to fall, and take your place.

They’re waiting for you to fall, and take your place.
They’re waiting for you to fall, and take your name out of the hall of fame, oh
They’re waiting for you to fall, and take your name out of the hall of fame, oh
They’re waiting for you to fall, and take your place.
Track Name: All Blissed Out
I’ve been trapped inside a sharp
Mental picture of your heart
Waiting for me to come home
But I can’t get home.

Might as well be no one, no one.
Track Name: The Lows
Cliche malaise in a dumb conversation
Predictable drama for 5 AM exits
Fridays they only pick up the recycling
So thank god it’s Monday ‘cause I’m useless garbage.

I can relate
I’d throw me away
They discontinued my train
Now I can’t get home

Trade a few beers for crashing on couches
And overstaying your welcome with your parents
They’re furrowing brows while they wonder what happened.
They’re so fucking bad hiding their disappointment.

They can’t relate.
Why’d you do this to me?
Now they canceled my plane
I’m on the runway but I can’t get home.

All of the things we collected and thought would remind us of the people we wanted to be
Pile up like bricks in a poorly made tote bag that’s doing its best not to burst at the seams
But sooner or later coffee mugs and magnets are gonna come crashing down onto the street
And you’ll stand there holding the tide from your eyes saying

“Stop, wait for the good times ahead of me.
I can’t think that the best is in back of me.”
Clean up the shards of ceramic
Or leave them for someone who needs it.

Yeah, stop, think good times are ahead of you.
Stop, think, good times are ahead of you.
This isn’t the end.
We’ll always be friends.
And we’ll smile like we’re falling in love when I see you again.
Track Name: Darkness Records
Burn my Mona Lisa
I would like another chance
To put stars in her eyes,
Fire pipes in the sky
And brass knuckles on her hands.
She can breathe
She can see
When you’re not watching.

Throw away my letters
I would like another shot
To put a shine in your smile
Make your nights worthwhile
Like I’m with you when I’m not
I disappear and reappear.
I’m made of magic.

Shred yr photo albums
They’re not gonna save anything.
Petty moments in a grave.

Toss yr newborn baby.
He deserves a better path
Than an Ambien dream
Filled with Vicodin dreams
Predetermined to relapse
Spending weekends in the bath.
He can breathe through the cheeks of the tauntaun.