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Get Warmer, Bomb the Music Industry!
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Release date:

2007

 
Duration: 38:22  
Size, Mb: 58,68  
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1
Jobs Schmobs Lyrics
At a desk in a room that's always too hot or cold, at a computer where you're starting to lose you soul with a wage that they pay to keep you from ten to six. At 7:30, man, you're starting to lose your shit. You're stuck all night with a boss who's in love with nobody but herself. An army of washed up musicians sit on her shelf. Patronizing, taking her problems out on you while you do the work that she's too lazy to do.

"Do you like it now?"

When the world gets half away from you, you can go half a world away. All ya need is two weeks.

You can't leave or go to lunch. You have no health insurance. Two weeks vacation and you haven't been let off once. Suffer through insufferably boring days. You show up early and your boss always shows up late.

"Later, suckers," you'll say.

And your friends with their brains say that you cannot go back. If you move on your music business degree is trashed. Soon we'll be on the road though, and soon we'll be driving fast so when your boss starts to cry do your best not to laugh.

When the world gets half away from you, you can go half a world away. When your world and your friends and your job and your ends and your whole damn life starts to get away from you, you can go half a world away.

All ya need is two weeks
01:58 219 3,10 0.10
2
493 Ruth Lyrics
I brought a guitar.
I brought a handful of credit cards.
I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit that I'll probably never use.

I took 95 and then I transferred to the I-85.
Took it to 441 South to North Ave. to Ruth
and I drove through my backyard.

I could never understand why people can't begin again.

It wouldn't stop raining (we didn't have our key)
'til we met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM.
They said, "From LA to London there is no other place I would rather live than here."

We had to unpack things just to get to the mattress and boxspring.
Flopped it down in the center of our shiny new home,
a blue house with no cable and with no telephone
just a bottle of champagne and we popped the cork.

I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen,
how people can appreciate it takes time to make something great.
Yeah, I know. I'm repeating myself here.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I'm repeating myself again.

Shake the shakes away.
If you're going uphill at a very rapid speed,
Soon there's nowhere to go but down.
So take the time to rise back up.

I could never understand why people can't begin again.
Why people can't apprecaite it's okay to do something great.
Yeah, I know.
I'm repeating myself again and again and again.
02:44 229 4,48 0.10
3
Bike Test 123 Lyrics 02:37 226 4,24 0.10
4
Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup And Salad Days Lyrics
I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs, paid for gas, like, the whole way down here, electric n' cable, a shelf n' end table, almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns. I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light
and said "we should do this every single night, don't worry about the cash because I've got the scratch and I can't save my money because that's impolite."

I don't know why I always complain about something when what I got to complain about's nothing. No goddamn kid's had a luckier year and I'm bitching about internet and beer.

And just like that I'm broke, not a buck to my name and nothing to do with the rest of the day. No parties last all night, just tv and websites and reproduction Peanuts strips I've read a million times. Can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside all day letting fresh Georgia air go to waste? It's really not funny how bad I am with money so let's pedal as far as it takes to think about something else.

I don't know why I always complain about something when what I got to complain about's nothing. No goddamn kid's had a luckier year, somebody break out the no more tears.

As we sit around being broke, I'm losing my penchant for jokes; it's just wry half-truths from a privileged youth with a constant nostalgia for bad times when they're through.

I don't know why I always complain about something when what I got to complain about's nothing. No goddamn kid's had a luckier year, and no one wants to be around me now, not then, not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever again.
02:32 234 4,24 0.10
5
No Rest For The Whiny Lyrics
We got knocked off the horse and we can't get back up. We can try to change but we've still got our bills that we gotta pay. And the payments stay the same no matter where you move and no matter how cheap the rent.

Stop screaming for a change.
Start screaming for a wage.

And the irony of plastic is when it starts replacing cash, soon enough you have no cash and it gets replaced with debt and all you're left with is past mistakes and the envelopes change color: all dimly lit pastels, they go white, then yellow then pink. It's like a fucking party to celebrate that you're fucked.


Electric flow and dirty clothes and students loans, oh god, ya gotta pay 'em.
Electric flow and student loans and dirty clothes, oh god, ya gotta clean 'em.

While you can't get a decent wage, I still can't find a job. Yeah, my life just repeats the 2005 series of rejected applications and me botching interviews and waiting for phone calls from a temp agency that never calls at all. It's never easy it's always electric flow...

The attack, I'm feeling the attack, I'm feeling the attack
of basic social skills I know I know I know I know I lack
I'm hyper-cognizant of facts
I'm well aware that we are barely scraping by
My good intentions aren't enough to salvage that
Gimme 1 gimme 2 gimme 3 4 5
Gimme more per hour so I can afford to pay for food and gas
And bags to throw away the trash
Ya gotta throw away the trash.

It's hard to pay the bills whne you can't work a forty hour week.
It's hard to interview when I am too depressed to even speak.
It's hard to have a blast when we spend all our spare time feeling weak because we're thinking about that electric flow etc.
03:26 217 5,34 0.10
6
25 Hour Goddamn Telethon Lyrics
No matter where you go to you can still sit on a couch.
You can still sleep 'til it's dark outside.
You can still just hang around.
You can still not make new friends.
You can ignore the ones you have.
You can always ostracize yourself.
You can forget how to laugh.

Problems are all I create.
I live in four month mistakes.

So can we leave today and start the next mistake or are we fucked this time? Can we not go away?

Upon my last trip back there I remembered why I left.
All their flakiness, my shakiness, the friends I've never met.
But I didn't feel relief.
In fact I just felt more regret.
With a higher wage and a Metrocard I could deal with loneliness.

And in four months when it finally gets warmer,
I'll have already planned more disorder.
When I'm comfortable and feel like I'm in my place,
I'll be on my next mistake.

Another boring story, another problem self-imposed.
So can we leave today and start the next mistake or are we fucked this time? Can we not go away?
Blah blah blah problems self-imposed blah blah blah.
02:21 203 3,40 0.10
7
Depression Is No Fun Lyrics 02:50 204 4,12 0.10
8
I Don't Love You Anymore Lyrics 04:43 215 7,22 0.10
9
Pizza Claus Is Comin' To Town Lyrics 03:11 230 5,25 0.10
10
Never Trust A Man Without A Horribly Embarassing Secret Lyrics 03:55 212 5,93 0.10
11
Get Warmer Lyrics
It's fifty degrees in December and the heat in my house is always broke
So it feels about twenty-five colder and I can't feel my fingers and toes.
I miss the G train with a passion that used to be reserved for hate.

Am I getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today?
I know that I'm getting bored.
Real bored with myself.

It was six o' clock with friends in Boston and I'm diggin' the winter's first snow.
Now it's midnight, I'm drinking Blue Ribbons and I'm already sick of the cold.
The bartended skipped my Tom Waits songs.
It's Wham! now. I wanna "go go."

Let's live like elephants
Stomping on sychophants
Paws in a polygraph
Not favor loneliness
Over companionship
Let's not be jealous.
Let's give the pretentious a cure and not just a name.

'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.
I'm really more than just quite a bit bored of myself.
'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.
I didn't wanna be this damn unsure of myself.

But it never seems to get warmer.
No matter how far south you go.
It'll get too hot in the summer
And the sweat'll soak right through your clothes.
And you'll feel self-conscious and awkward
And the feeling stays with you all day
Until you go and put on a new t-shirt and throw that old one away.
06:50 198 9,65 0.10
12
The Last Party (Foul) Lyrics
A roof in Greenpoint and a keg of shitty beer.
I can't believe anyone came to watch me disappear.
Drunk but without wistfulness.
Smiles instead of tears.
I knew you'd be okay with it as I sped along the road.
Is it a self-fulfilling prophecy that I'll always be alone?
'Cause you'll always say we're cool.
You'll always be my home.
You knew I'd be okay.

They say to live is to have no regrets
But sometimes staying put is fine.
So I'll hang around 'til the last one's leaving town
And I don't wanna die.

I'll hang around 'ti I love this shitty town
And I don't wanna die.
01:18 186 1,72 0.10