We Cool?

by Jeff Rosenstock

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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
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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.
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Nausea 02:44
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.
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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.
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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
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Hey Allison! 01:51
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.”
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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?
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Hall Of Fame 02:19
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.
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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.
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The Lows 03:06
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.
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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.

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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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