Jaded, Apathetic, With No Hope For The Future!

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Recorded over the span of April 27th and 28th 2016 at My Blue Heaven in Hartwick, NY.

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released October 14, 2016

Rob Rubano: Guitar, lead vocals
Todd Stein: Drums, backing vocals, body percussion

Spoken word piece on Trophy (Rooks) by Mike Yablon. www.facebook.com/mikeyablonspokenword

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Chris Sauter of Sunrise Studios www.facebook.com/pg/SunriseStudiosNYC

Released via 718 Records at 718records.bandcamp.com

Artwork by Ben Rausch www.instagram.com/ben_rausch
Photography by Nick Cruz www.facebook.com/nicholascruzphotography
Layout by Mike Potenza www.facebook.com/PerspectiveProductionsNYC

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Track Name: Stock Video Cameo
Dress down or button up
Bite back and chase your cup
I’m not saying this is what I wanted
But sometimes you have to suck it up

When the weight of the world is on my shoulders,
The only one I think of is myself
Everyone else is a blur
When the weight of the world is on my shoulders,
The only one I think of is myself
Everyone else is a blur

Relax and miss the train
What do I have to gain?
Try to keep self in check (check)
Smile and stand up straight

When the weight of the world is on my shoulders,
The only one I think of is myself
Everyone else is a blur
When the weight of the world is on my shoulders,
The only one I think of is myself
Everyone else is a blur
Track Name: Worry Myself Sick
Lock of your hair between my teeth
Pokes holes in my tail
Dog eared and frayed, always look up
While breaking down
Forget your scent, your turns of phrase
Live past my health

Turn to a usurper
Sleeping like you fell
Off a ledge or a cliff I guess
Into insanity as I

Worry, worry myself sick
Every thing that happens yet
If I was wrong I would love it all
But it won’t come
So until the next time
I come undone in a week or so

Grab burner phones, new name new face
Ends up same place
Stateline drive by broken machine
Runs on high hopes
Look into space, peel backs off stars
You’re too old for this now

Disengaged melodrama
As I’ve been losing my grip
Since I cut off my fingertips
I had to spite my dreams as I

Worry, worry myself sick
Every thing that happens yet
If I was wrong I would love it all
But it won’t come
So until the next time I come undone in a week or so

I’ve been waiting
All of my life
For you to let me down
You’ve been wasting all of your time
Since you chose to stick around

Worry, worry myself sick
Every thing that happens yet
If I was wrong I would love it all
But it won’t come
So until next time I come undone in a week or so
Track Name: Berklee
I think I would be happier if I went to Berklee
Or maybe Purchase, or maybe Bard; I could be on Double Double Whammy
And I might be successful if I had the brains and I had the smarts
To make it into Oneonta

My friends are stuck in college
And some of them have moved away
But I’m still in New York City
Yet I hear all these indie bands
While I’m a prisoner to retail
Track Name: Long Distances
Disappeared, revered
Denial equals friendship
Smells like cigarettes
And obligated just to exist
Taking everything from far beyond the white wall
Charged for crimes ‘cause I’ve always been
A bit too careful

Conversations, yeah I’ve had a few that I regret
Worried sick about the little things that haven’t happened yet
Take or leave it, well that’s all I’m really here for
Shining steps on cluttered broken steps
Would you close that door?

Long distances
Long distances
Long distances
Track Name: RexFidoBuster
I’m walking the dog
Or taking a jog down at the park
She sleeps a lot
Time to get your daily exercise

But I’m not talking
I’m not waiting for you
Yeah I’m not listening
Don’t really care ‘bout what you do

I’m sleeping at home; get a call pick up the phone

You’re making small talk
Probing me, watch me like a hawk
You ask how I am
I want to talk but I don’t think I can

But I’m not talking
I’m not waiting for you
Yeah I’m not listening
Don’t really care ‘bout what you do
Yeah I’m not talking
I’m not waiting for you
Yeah I’m not listening
Don’t give a shit ‘bout what you do

So here’s to you
And thanks for everything
That is all I have to say

But I’m not talking
I’m not waiting for you
Yeah I’m not listening
Don’t really care ‘bout what you do
Yeah I’m not talking
I’m not waiting for you
Yeah I’m not listening to you
Feels like you always got me down
Track Name: Bug
Take a second, take a minute or just take all your time
Chasing traffic you’ve outgrown it, yeah you’ve got it all wrong
Swallowing lightning and overreacting, you know that you’re right

Take a second, take a minute or just take your time
Chasing traffic you’ve outgrown it, yeah you’ve got it all wrong
Swallowing lightning and overreacting, you know that you’re right

Yeah you know that you’re right (Just take your time)
You know that you’re right (You’ve got it all wrong)
How’s it feel to be right? (You know that you’re right)
All of the time

Catching taxis, spending money you know you don’t have
Playing lotto, playing scratch-offs you know you can’t win
Drinking coffee from the deli when you know that it’s shit
Unraveling now

Flipping records, scalping tickets, you’ve earned my contempt
Your rebuttal, just forget it, denial that you exist
Burning matchbooks in the pockets of which you’ve kept them
It’s all a routine

It’s all a routine (You’ve earned my contempt)
It’s all a routine (Denial that you exist)
Maybe I’m just fine (Or maybe that you’re right)
Or maybe that you’re right
Track Name: Everything Happens So Much
What else do you want, what do you need?
Conversations end in distant dreams
Forgotten days or months, it’s all the same
It’s all the same; yeah it’s all the same

Second thoughts, well they’re all the thought’s that I’ve got
It’s all the rage
Crooked teeth hide crooked smiles in belief
They’re doing the right thing
Black-out pacts for every drunken heart attack
You and your dead-end friends
And I’m done giving in

Sick and tired of feeling tired and sick
Days on end blend into parlor tricks, and old songs from years ago
Taking time again for little to none; less little more none now
It all repeats and it all replays

Giving up, don’t feel less like giving in; when I still win
Missing out is exactly what I’ve been about;
Took long enough to see
Teenage dreams match teenage acne to be squeezed
Division of self worth,
I’m sick of getting hurt

Am I all you want now?
Am I all you have now?
Am I all you need now?
Am I all you want now?
Track Name: Trophy (Rooks)
You missed the mark
The lack of a spark in the center of your eye
You played the part
To the best of your abilities

You made the grade
Yeah you really made the news today
The sequel was made
With the best intentions in mind

I made room in my trophy case
Only to have lost the race
Track Name: Crsh Yr Cr
Under your thumb, the whorl print is fresh
Sinking slowly in the creases but it’s
Taken in stride
Supportive weights and silver plates, they dance in eyes
It’s just a shame that they’re fake

Twisted around
Like the words you never seem to get
Twisted around
Like an arm, you hold behind my back
Whenever you say

Crash yr car (Crash yr car)
Crash yr car (Crash yr car)
Crash yr car (Crash yr car)

Janssen says
I’m looking close, I can read you
And reading always has to mean understand
You’re an effigy, I’d call it entity but clearly that’s too
Strong of a term

I shopped around
The trauma here is hard to find, well done
Hear that sound? I get it’s mumbled ‘cuz
My VOICE MAKES YOU SICK

Crash yr car (Crash yr car)
Crash yr car (Crash yr car)
Crash yr car (Crash yr car)

Crash yr car (Crash yr car)
Crash yr car (Crash yr car)
Crash yr car (Crash yr car)
Crash yr car (Crash yr car)

Why am I always under everyone’s thumb?
Track Name: Aquamentus
It’s so complicated, the way your body and mind work
And I’m so jaded I don’t know where I am

You laugh about it, just know you’re the punchline
And talk about it, just pretend you’re doing fine

Act like an adult, and sign your life away
Can’t go for diner runs at 2 AM anymore

[I’m so tired, so why do I stay up late?
My friends put up with me whenever I see them]

You laugh about it, just know you’re the punchline
And talk about it, just pretend you’re doing fine

Give yourself reason for waking up each day
Drown out the demons that don’t seem to go away

You laugh about it, just know you’re the punchline
And talk about it, just pretend you’re doing fine
Track Name: Blood Slash Flesh
What do you want me to say?
(What do you want me to do?)
Why do I have a mind?
(Never used it for you)
I know you say that you’ve changed
(But I know it’s untrue)

I mean more than I am
(Meaning something to much)
Shaking hard in my sleep
(Thursday night’s ritual)
I wanna matter, I do
(Matter is, matter does)
Try as you might to scream
YEAH YOU’RE NOTHING BUT

BLOOD! FLESH!

I’ve been thinking ‘bout things
(Well those are dangerous thoughts)
Search for keys to my soul
(They’re in a ditch up the block)
Excited, jammed into bone
(‘Cept that you changed the locks)

I’ve been working things out
(Code for chasing my tail)
As is so typical
(Say, “I always mean well”)
Putting effort and time
(Between coughs mass appeal)
I can be better than
EXCEPT YOU’RE NOTHING ELSE

BLOOD! FLESH!





I’ve been thinking ‘bout things
(I’ve been thinking ‘bout things)
I’ve been thinking ‘bout things
(I’ve been thinking ‘bout things)
I’ve been thinking ‘bout things
(I’ve been working things out)

What do you want me to say?
(What do you want me to do?)
What do you want me to say?
(What do you want me to do?)
I’ve been working things out
(I’ve been thinking ‘bout things)
I’ve been working things out
I GIVE UP, I’M JUST

BLOOD! FLESH!
BLOOD! FLESH!
BLOOD! FLESH!
BLOOD! NAH, I’M SHIT
Track Name: Cojiro Never Crows
It feels like home
Aside a ripped stitch
Question and response
Of what you want to hear
No one cares less than me

Feel sicker the same way the last time you all asked;
The fuselage of a face
The fusillade left unpaid, red tape over my name
But how did you all get in?

An oscillating fan
Between my infant brain
And saying I’m too smart
For all this shit

Adjusted for bloodline, genetics I can say
I’ll keep on going strong
With that said, the best case if I get what I asked
Then next year you’ll come back

My two cents, it ain’t worth whatever it used to be
A call without a name
Your dumb luck, it saved you more times than I can count
So why did you have to doubt?
Track Name: Ode To O'Cyrus
Oh O’Cyrus, I write to you with ballpoint and papyrus
Did you meet her, or did you relocate to where the grass is greener?

Did you get a new job, did you make some new friends?
Do you think we’ll ever meet again?
Why’d you move away, thought you were here to stay
But then I found out, I’m like “I guess that’s great”
So I guess I can’t complain

Oh O’Cyrus, the last I heard you were kidnapped by pirates
Hope you’re okay, or am I asking too much or going out of my way?

Did you strike gold or did you strike out?
Your lack of response, it fills me with doubt
Are you still playing shows or did you hit a new low?
Regardless of the case, that’s how the story goes
Feel free to let me know
Track Name: Algernon Was A Mouse
It's something I can't figure out, it's something I can't explain
Like why I walk down one-way streets at night
Or why I watch TV through the windows of my neighbors' houses

I can't fit the pieces, but they're in the right spots
I'm finally forgetful for all the wrong reasons
Struck by all the shrapnel, and surgery's no option
Learn to live with coping, drawing blood like conclusions

Hand on heart and foot in mouth won't keep the wrong things from slipping out
Cut off my nose to spite my face
And cut off my head to spite my brain

I can't fit the pieces, but they're in the right spots
I'm finally forgetful for all the wrong reasons
Struck by all the shrapnel, and surgery's no option
Learn to live with coping, drawing blood like conclusions

I can't fit the pieces, but they're in the right spots
I'm finally forgetful for all the wrong reasons
Struck by all the shrapnel, and surgery's no option
Learn to live with coping, drawing blood like conclusions