Fucking Despair

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about

Redemption songs of freedom. This shit is serious. Seriously serious. Seriously. For real. No kidding.

The record comes with a big-time 11x17" lyric sheet/poster/cat leash instruction diagram. It's good and it's cheap and we'll always be broke and need your money. Go for it.

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You can find our music at these places too:
Weirdo Records, Cambridge, MA
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Armageddon Records, Cambridge, MA
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Used Kids, Columbus, OH
The Groove Nashville, TN
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APOP St. Louis MO
Record Collector, Iowa City, IA
Groovy in Nashville
Other Music, New York City


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released 04 July 2011

Recorded at The Sex Dungeon in Philadelphia by James and Dan, from January-May 2011. Mastered by Carl Saff in Chicago. Covers screened by Cuht at the Sex Dungeon. Released by Sophomore Lounge.

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Track Name: Free As A Cat
Free as a cat,
walking around,
not debating the merits,
just covering ground.
In my human days, I'd agonize,
over free time and Purpose,
now I'm wasting nine lives on
Curiosity,
Instead of one,
on wondering all day long:
"What should I do with myself before the sun sets?
Fuck,
it's already gone"
Track Name: Old Lady Smokers
This is an ode to all old lady smokers,
I wish you could wear your sticky black lungs as a bra,
and hang around shirtless, smoking on the beach,
inside out on purpose.
Ten years down the line, how's she doing?
"Oh, I'm fine"
How?!
I don't know how, but she's laughing at you and your patch.
Track Name: Things I Enjoy
I'm like you, I abuse myself to amuse myself.
It's alright, it's totally normal, we've got a lot in common,
here's a little personal I wrote:
These are things that I enjoy -
I like licorice induced asphyxiation,
I like real life skittle rain, pounding against my soft naked flesh,
and bellyflops off of chocolate docks, into the rocky road abyss below.
Oh, it's so good...
Sure I get a little carried away sometimes,
who doesn't?
But I'm doing well for myself, I'm happy with my life,
I really think we'd get along,
you should give me a call sometime.
I like you, I do, you've got a foot that could fit in my shoe.
Come, break my bones, I get so bored of just drilling these cavities alone.
But you won't call my phone.
There is nothing wrong, I can get along with anyone.
Track Name: Free As A Cat On A Leash
I'm having such a good time, la la la, holy shit, it's a crime
la la la, holy fuck, it's the cops,
and they're coming to arrest me.
I'm so afraid of trouble, it keeps my life small.
I'm free as a cat, on a leash, but the harness is chafing my armpits.
So cut off my arms.
Track Name: Ponyboy
When you ride on my back, you're so high, I don't even have to try.
I want you to want me like a pony, please.
And even though I'm boring, my silence stony,
she wants me like a pony.
Love me, need me, appreciate me, like a pony.
And then when I'm gone, you'll picture my long face and horses head inside the
doorframe of every shed,
and shed a sigh when my wet eyes don't meet you,
and love me still though doing so depletes you.
Track Name: Nature
Oh, your an animal, you never know what hit you,
Nature is a cannibal, it made you, it won't miss you.
But don't you know? It gets better and better and better.
And then it gets worse.
You'll fall in yellow snow,
many pies will hit your face,
you'll know who you are.
Your pants will learn to drop with poise and grace,
they'll bide their time and find the perfect place:
An escalator eats your fallen belt,
breaks,
and leaves you stuck in place.
Your balls are on display.
Your dignity betrays you.
Track Name: You Can Pick Your Nose, You Can Pick Your Friends Nose, But You Can't Escape Your Horrible Family
When you're grown up and away,
left alone but still the same,
then you'll know,
you'll feel it like a dry,
sharp,
bloody booger in your brain.
You can pick your nose, you can pick your friends nose,
but you can't escape your horrible family.
You run away, but you know it's true,
ignore a runny nose,
it'll run all over you.
Track Name: No Safe
There is no safe.
There's only me and massive time and massive space.
We let our free will go to waste, because it's hard to value treasure when there's
plenty.
There's
20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29,
nobody comes out even on 30,
so don't worry.
Track Name: Fucking Despair
I raise my body from the dead,
I go to work,
it doesn't work,
for me anymore.
But I can't stop caring.
I can't stop wanting,
to live in the sun's light,
every minute that it's there.
I don't wanna lay in my bed while the sun shines,
fucking despair.
The sun doesn't care what I do,
it's got the right idea.
Stop caring,
I finally understand,
I've got no plans,
so here I am with my hand.