Because Everything Sucks...
released November 2, 2006
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- Track Name: So Much Sweat
on such and such a day, what’s his name told you know that girl all about that other guy from sometime last week at that place in town. because everyone’s doing it these days. well, i only walk where i’m wanted. i only sit when i’m waiting. i’ve never ran anywhere. crawling is for babies and drunks. on so and so road, the bus dropped some kid off and he saw me and some friends and he smiled and said “hello.” no one’s been doing that lately. i have not walked in years. i can’t recall the last time i stood up. up.
- Track Name: Anything Can Happen In New York City
all autistic artists are lining up with songs they can’t sing. they can’t sing enough. their painting pictures of all the pictures they took. your swimming smile is my sinking look. when freshly shaved, their behavior is best. at worst, they’re bearded with a fist for a chest. no one really bathes right anymore. those thirty second showers never get into your pores. if you go to work dirty, you’re bound to do some dirty work. all subversive suburbanites have set their sights on the city. they’ll be spit out by sunrise. there’s already too much to swallow. you’re form is too easy to follow. we’ve got tools for every trade, but only shovels come in handy at the shit parade. our pitched fits, the missed hits by misfits. just push play and wait through the tape hiss. you’ll hear something soon enough. we can’t sing enough. hey, if you’ve got a thumb i guess you’ll want a gun. please be careful of your feet.
- Track Name: Get Awkward
night once had a life worth living. now i can’t keep awake long enough to see anything interesting. don’t get me wrong, i still yawn at dawn, but now it’s from waking. i’m never nodding off. i slept through all of you getting crazy like clockwork. my watch always says “too late.” so why wear it out? why wear it out when it wears me out? if you believe that “belly up to the bar, boys!” shit, i’ve got some land and a van to sell you. when one of them says he’s one of us we’d be damned dead to disagree. who are we if not a reflection of them, of you, of me. we’re all the same leak on the same boat. we all treat water to keep afloat. most of us drown with our sorrows while our tomorrows wash us up as wrecked, wretched waste. we still line up for a taste of how the other half lives. you fat cats eating hot dogs.
- Track Name: Bastards and Lists
i want a one hour work week. i want to roll my tobacco in hundred dollar bills. i want waste and a waist mom would be proud of. i’m going to get some stock in sleep, i hear it’s going sky-high this year. hey, captain s.u.v. and mr. mc b.m.w. if you won’t live like me do you think i can live like you? i want to buy some love and get my sex in secret. i want to know how much i cost. i want to know how much we’re worth. what’s worth it. oh, what’s worth it. i want a life like lipton. just add water and warmth.