revenge of the narrator + eat fish and die

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released January 15, 2011

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Track Name: careless
i woke up still drunk.
asked my lady, "what did i say?"
she asked what i just said.
but that's what i just said.

careless. in every sense of the word.
careless. i'm sure you've heard.

i fell asleep tryinna look like i was asleep.

i know you hate me, baby.
but you can take that cigarette out of yr arm.
that's what they make ashtrays for.
so you ain't gotta do that no more.

careless. i love you baby,
cos we'd gladly kill ourselves
before we let anybody else.
careless.

she said "you look like hell."
i said "i am."
and i am.

when you left me baby, i got a distortion pedal.
i was trying to do this 'loveless' thing.
i wrote a bunch of songs. i made em really long.
and it's the best shit i ever done.

suddenly what other art could there be?
and who cares?
Track Name: foul movement
all dolled up. she'd put on make up
to celebrate the break up.
and she picked out something
to get her picked up.
gave her breasts a lift up.
she went down there to get mixed up.

she'd left me broken hearted.
she was getting started.
sinister: spinnin like a twister.

she was quite impressed. his arms we giant.
he'd even put a tie on.
he had a shoulder she could cry on.
and i was on my way.
didn't know what i would see there.
didn't know that i should beware.
you see, i didn't know that they'd be there.

i was in remission. i'd made incisions.
sinister: spinnin like a twister.

it should've been something that i had thought out.
i should rocked out and walked out.
instead i came up w/ something to talk about.
i bought us all a round and he bought the second.
i think she bought the seventh.
they asked us to leave around 11.

we caught a cab. i paid.
i was glad i'd shaved.
sinister: spinnin like a twister.

when i woke up, the place looked like bed-stuy.
i was still high. and i was naked except for his tie.
we found our clothes amd her underwear.
and strand of her hair.
she must've split, man.
we checked everywhere.

i was a bit ashamed.
i couldn't remember his name.
sinister: spinnin like a twister.
Track Name: escape from the practice space
get in.
emergency exit through the thick of the crowd.
you want blood? i got blood.
you gotta pay me back.
we could listen to the judds.
wynona and the other one.

it's either really had or brilliant.
d.d. you drive me to drink.
i'll see you at the next show.

oh, is it really for me?
because the first one was free, i got three:
i came three times in disguises.
it was childish. i need a challenge.
like the kind w/ the blindfolds.

she said "go to hell."
i said "i'll meet you there."
she said i'd beat her there.
and i will, if by beat she means physically maim.

get out!
emergency escape from the practice space.
and fuck cred.
i got money to make them want you dead.
live wrong and proper.
that's my final offer.

she's uncreative, never even made a bet.
ain't even ever made her bed, yall.
she said "not tonite."
but it's 11:45.
so technically...
Track Name: rise of the insects
let's play name that disease!
hey, dreamer. i'm the true believer.
let's team up. but i get to be caesar.
and we're gonna need a dealer.
and a red hot poker cheater,
and a lot of alcohol to feed her.
indie! we feel indie!
oh gawd, i just don't feel alternative anymore.

that's how we make things end.
my friends are better than yr friends.
my friends are better than yr friends.

(it was sexy sex that caused the rise of the insects)
hey ladies, i come from hades to make you hate me,
and give you rabies and lots of babies.
i was not created equal; you couldn't even call it created.
i'm the judge and the executioner.
we don't know where the jury is so we can hurry this.

that's how we make things end.
my friends are better than yr friends.
my friends are better than yr friends.
yr friends suck.

i'm reading preacher,
feeding weed needs.
i'm tryinna make this thing,
but i dunno, it's maybe making me.
so tell me more about this magical potion you call "whiskey."
hung over and thirsty, i got emotionally high.
i was crying, tryin to operate berettas.
all ye saints and sons of bitches, dig this:
THE FUTURE IS COMING. IT'S COMING TO GET ME!

that's why we make things end.
my friends are better than yr friends.
my friends are better than yr friends.
yr friends suck.
they suck.
Track Name: give the drummer some
we're all effort.
already better than the hold steady.
and i'll probly freak out if anybody gets in our way.

a new you in new york
where all they hear is one chord and then they get bored
and get right in yr way.

i wanna be yr favorite dylan wannabe.
i wanna be yr favorite wannabe but
playing guitars at parties (that aren't shows) is not cool.
i gotta remind myself.

i get mean, you get tough.
i need space, you need stuff.
let's call the whole thing off.
we're clearly in each others way.

unrequited. unrequested.
underline it. self address it.
it's not a break up,
i'm just tryinna get out of yr way.

i wanna be yr favorite pixies wannabe.
i wanna be yr favorite wannabe but
playing guitars at parties (that aren't shows) is not cool.
i gotta remind myself.
Track Name: you made me creepy
finished my beer in the shower; i'm functional.
i got a bunch of balls.
i know there's something wrong w me.
there's something wrong w/ you too, baby.
see, i'm friends w/ yr crowd
so i just asked around.
is that weird? i feel weird.

then i think about you scheming to cheat me.
you made me creepy.

i like most the books.
i hate most the bands.
i hate my mattress.
i loved that lurid last kiss.
but the adjusting, it just disgusts me.
i'm not in love, but i want to get tied up.
is that WEIRD? i feel weird.

then i think about you scheming to cheat me.
you made me creepy.

and my advice for pisces is to tread lightly.
and don't try biking. it's much too frightening.
and you need yr bravery. you need to behave,
but i love it when yr being awful.
is that weird? i feel weird.

then i think about you scheming to cheat me.
you made me creepy.
Track Name: alcoholic of the year
slowly you will show me:
1. how you know me
2. how you know and
3. who you told.

i need a threesome of woman
to come keep me warm.
i need the heat of that moment,
but i'm needed at the liquor store.
i'm so happy and i know it
but i forget what for..

slowly you will show me:
1. how you know me
2. how you know and
3. who you told.

tell me who you told
or i will make you eat babies.
but you won't get very far.
cos i can't wait to destroy you
just like a guitar.
snd when you get up to heaven,
mention my name at the bar.
they love me.

slowly you will show me:
1. how you know me
2. how you know and
3. who you told.

tell me who you told,
and don't forget to vote for me.
Track Name: the unfortunate audience
don't dick me up.
don't waste yr wishes.
you get fucked and stuck here
unable to seal any deals.
can't we just call it a nite?

(pursue you)
lockjaw!
(subdue you)
gotcha!
the unfortunate audience applauds
and gets all of this obviousness:

is it bigger than mine?
is it bigger than mine?

don't dig me up.
and do not mourn me.
the afterlife hires kids,
and the choir is apparently preaching to me.

(sedate you)
lockjaw!
(elate you)
gotcha!
the unfortunate audience applauds
and gets complimentary mints.
and laughs all the way to the bank.

is it bigger than mine?
Track Name: hot to trotsky
SPORTS!!!!!
Track Name: idiots on the escalator
i got a job to do!
i thought a lot of dudes would come through.
now i'm screwed.
and stupid you,
you glued glue to glue
and now i'm screwed times two?
DEATH BY CIGARETTES.
i wanna take me fake face off,
stab the bookcase,
grace the place and melt my igloo.
then i hit you.
it healed good.
i feel good.

we are not like you.
we do not like you.
what goes up must go up.

see you later at the escalator.
bring yr respirator
and the second best investigator
to inspect, protect, and project failure.
ha ha ha haaa
after all, yr a natural.
and actual pastoral.
faster at the mattress.
actress acting like an actress,
that's what that is.

we are not like you.
we do not like you.
what goes up must go up.

i'll tell you how it happens:
you learn to live w/ madness.
you drop out off yr classes.
you mwipe w/ only napkins.
and then you get some issues,
and we run out of tissues
and dismiss you.
idiot.
Track Name: back that thing up
smokin one of peck's cigarettes,
tryinna find the damn green room,
thing must be see-through.
and it is, like parlor tricks.
sick sick sex w/ computer FX.
ain't you heard?
we are the new kings of new york.
we run it. and we're ready to commit.
violently laughing.
doin drugs and we don't know what happened.

but we just make art and fuck.

"you live and learn" she said.
"no i don't" i said.
"i don't do either of those things.
plus, i see in threedeeeeee"
she politely reminded me,
so does fuckn everybody.
she come inside, we get a little explicit.
give her the look, and she's like
"what is it?"

wanna shoot some guns while we fuck?
let's try it out. just try it out.
and she was like "okay!"

oh my god oh my god oh my god!
you just mispronounced bourgeois.
i bet you can't spell faux pas.
i know you can't spell faux pas.
i bet you don't know what laissez faire means.
i know you can't fit in them skinny little jeans
w/o a little help from me.
so, woman.
back that thing up.

and turn it loose.
cut it loose.
gotta do it for the people.
we got to please the people.

can you see me baby?
w/ my extra face skin
tucked in under a chaffed chin
to look thin. grinning. grinning.
razor bladed, brazen, hazy, faded.
overrated.

this isn't art.
this is war.
we are not artists.
we're bored and we're poor.
so for fuck's sake,
we are going to the bar.
where we can have so much fun
being sad w/ all our friends.
mad at our friends who didn't come
and get drunk
w/ some people who are not our friends.
who get in yr face, spit in yr face,
trynna talk to you about some things
that you don't care about.
i don't know what time it is.
i don't care where yr sister lives.
could give a fuck about politics.
the problem is: you smell like socks.
a waste.
and you got yr face in my face.
you got yr face in my face,
but listen, listen.
back that thing up.

back that thing up
if you want to keep it cleaned up.
Track Name: we were good
smoke is the smell of progress.
from my dirty house to yrs.
some good lord watches over us
as we do the holy dishes tonite.
and we might stop laughing at comedians,
all of the tedium.

i'm sorry i even know.
i had to know.

yeah, we did. little bit.
probly gonna be a problem.
it usually is.
and who's this chick?
passed out on the sofa totally sober.
and you sleep like a human baby.
in the least delightful way.

i'm sorry i even know.
i had to know.

lookin back we did it best as we could.
we can remember when we were good.
now we take stop signs down.
we put hits out on people who merely
get in our way.
Track Name: careless (live at WERS)
i woke up still drunk.
asked my lady, "what did i say?"
she asked what i just said.
but that's what i just said.

careless. in every sense of the word.
careless. i'm sure you've heard.

i fell asleep tryinna look like i was asleep.

i know you hate me, baby.
but you can take that cigarette out of yr arm.
that's what they make ashtrays for.
so you ain't gotta do that no more.

careless. i love you baby,
cos we'd gladly kill ourselves
before we let anybody else.
careless.

she said "you look like hell."
i said "i am."
and i am.

when you left me baby, i got a distortion pedal.
i was trying to do this 'loveless' thing.
i wrote a bunch of songs. i made em really long.
and it's the best shit i ever done.

suddenly what other art could there be?
and who cares?