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Jaded, Apathetic, With No Hope For The Future!

by Calendar Year

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
Berklee 02:42
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
Bug 02:48
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
7.
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?
8.
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
9.
Crsh Yr Cr 02:44
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?
10.
Aquamentus 03:31
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
11.
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
12.
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?
13.
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
14.
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

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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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