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Plastic boxes
Filled with bullshit
That I need to fill my home with.
Second chances
In the vague unspecific sense
I don’t know what I want, but it’s not this.
I can’t comprehend how these things work.
I wish I could, but the truth hurts.
Young, broke, naive, and clueless.
No one cares, what did I miss?
(I can’t comprehend how these things work. I’d call you but I’d feel worse.)
Wait don’t tell me, wait don’t tell me, it’s about to get good.
Pockets empty, like a bad dream.
Callused, ugly. Off brand, sulking.
Overwhelming. Always sleeping.
I think it’s nothing,
it’s always nothing.
There’s nothing I can say that hasn’t already been said about greed and shortsightedness, abrupt loss of consciousness. I wish I knew the words to articulate my own hopelessness. “How could they let this happen?" And you know they’ll get away with it.
Empty words on the establishment, and they fuck the environment. “And you can’t make a difference, cause you’re young and dumb.”
Regurgitate your talking points to justify your bigotry, and spend all of your effort on telling us we’re naive. Expect us to listen to you openly condescend the people who your actions affect when we stay up late because we’re terrified of some bankrupt, rapist billionaires who don’t care whether we die.
Don’t waste your time on someone who couldn’t care less.
Someone whose only concern rests on if they get their paycheck.
And who think we’re so fucking stupid, “get off your high horse, or get used to it.” That’s why I feel so borderline helpless. You can’t do shit living paycheck to paycheck. And you know things are fucked, don’t panic.
You left your shit up in the attic.
You left your shit up in the attic.
You left your shit up in the attic.
None of us have the keys to the ship. Manifest destiny is bullshit. But you already know that!
Well, I lied
When I said
I said that I'd be fine
Well, I lied
I hope you know
In my future I'll be just fine
Well, I lied
Hope you know
Know that I'll be fine
Well, I lied
Hope you know
I'm less angrier now without you
You speak to me in that tone you claimed to be unique
Yet I cried like some teenage girl trying to stomach McDonald's
I pray that your memory flakes off my mind
Like the psoriasis from my skin
Are you listening for once?
Like the millions of times I asked you to leave me alone
It's so sad
I hate to sound like Alanis Morrissette
But goddamn it's not fair
Yeah I swore to God I'd never set foot in this town
Yet here I am
You've ruptured my vocal cords
In another life I won't be
Some object floating in space all alone
Like you wanted me to be
And talking to you
Was the emotional equivalent of
The food poisoning I got from Chipotle
And, yeah it wasn't fun but goddamn
I really loved Chipotle
'Till it made me sick
The DMV's favorite obscure punk gremlins and homies TWO THUMBS DOWN and COURAGE MOTHER finally join forces, slingin SICK RIFFs and making a big ol racket.
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credits
released May 28, 2021
Two Thumbs Down's Side:
Guitar/Vox/Keys: Austin Ryder
Bass/Vox: Lauren Porter
Drums/Sax/Backing Vox: Will Diaz
Music by Two Thumbs Down
Lyrics by Austin + Lauren
Drums recorded by Ryan Watson
Everything else recorded by Austin in his basement and garage
Mixed & Mastered by Ryan Watson.
Gang Vox on The Rat King of Burke: Lily Monico, Christian Ryder, Sad Park, & Sam Slocum
Special Thanks to: Aghiles Ahmim, Peter Bashaw, Will Bowman, Dree Briguglio, Carlin Decker, Julie Dinh, Adam Frank, Thousand Dollar Joker (Geezus), Izzy Humair, Ezra Keay, Ashrita Kumar, Jamie V Lynn, Erin Mac, Christian Ryder, Sophia Saucer, Finn Smith, Sabrina Vargas, Erik Wells, & Carolyn Willmore
