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Bernie's is a Target Now
02:02
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Flashback circa 1999
I'd give it all up to go back in time
When all I wanted was a bagel and an opening slot
Tony Painter, can I have a Saturday?
In early May, I'll book the bands, we'll split the pay
Just have to pray that the sound guy shows up this time
I never thought they would shut it down
December 31, 2015
The last night of a subterranean dream
Campus Partners, bulldozers, and some cultural death
Are the stickered pipes still somewhere underneath
The housewares or the budget sweatshop sheets?
Scott Woods said it best: "Your campus is trash"
I never thought they would shut it down, but
Bernie's is a Target now
Hip-hop nights and marathon punk rock shows
Watch yourself while going down the back stairs
Can you really miss the smell of piss and cigarettes?
When it's your place do you really care?
So when I die please bury me
Underneath Bernie's Bagels and Distillery
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Bullshit Detector
05:02
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Wake up early for another unboxing
Weak unease from all the terror they keep talking
Start a pot, salt the seas, turn the speaker on
Still worried sick from insomnia knocking
Out the door with an anxious expectation
Find some hope in a misattributed quotation
Click report, skip the lede, all the blinking lights
Can't shake the thought that it's just a simulation
Need a
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Clocking in, overlooking all the warnings
Distracted by a sense of something missing
Six by six, swivel left, it's a dead end path
Playing God like a Shawshank warden
End the day with epistolic repetition
Endless scrolling ad-supported soul starvation
Chyron flash, missing links, live from the 404
Can't shake the thought of total devastation
Plug in
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
At the gates without a penny or a purpose
The voices asking "all that worry, was it worth it?"
Wasted youth, black regrets, a life you'll never know
A sucking void lay underneath the surface
Four easy payments
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
Bullshit detector
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Let's go out on a Friday night
We'll flip a cop car, pull up the streetlights
Meet at the corner of High and Broadway
I'll be waiting there
We'll be dressed in masks and t-shirts
They'll be wearing tactical armor
I'll wait, but don't forget
To turn off your location tracking
Do you think that maybe this time
They'll listen to what we're saying?
Objecting to the violence of inequality
Let's go out on a Friday night
This might be just a start
Let's go out on a Wednesday morning
Listen to lies and storm the Capitol
We know our way around the building
Because a freshman senator showed us around
See Mitt Romney running the other way
Because he's scared of our spears and zip ties
Don't say we're just over-eager cultists
No, we've got economic anxiety
Do you think that maybe this time
We'll push through our delusions?
Oh you know, I don't think I'd bet my life on that
Let's go out on a Wednesday morning
And make fools of ourselves
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4. |
Letters I'll Never Send
02:56
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I've only got two thoughts for you
The first is that I don't really
The second is I'm amazed that you would think
That I would give a fuck about what you think
I've only got three minutes for you
You might not even get a chorus
A couple verses and a fuzz-ed out solo
Just singing on the ones that go so low
But I don't owe you any piece of me
I've only got four limbs for you
Two arms peacefully by my side
Two legs that'll walk me right away
That's where I'll stay, forever far from you
I've only got five fingers for you
But I only need one really
Extended high and offensively close to your face
There's not really too much else left to say
But I don't owe you any piece of me
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5. |
Keeping Watch
04:00
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I've been keeping watch for so long
My back's been aching and I'm
Running out of hydromorphone
But still I keep the watch
They say don't listen to the ones that know that
Know the time might be running out
My shift's got twelve more years
Twelve more years
The herd packed into an open pen
Call in the threat, we're in need of defense
Crying wolf to the emergency line
Just to hear a growl on the other end
I've been holding back for so long
My blood's been boiling and I'm
Spinning up mid-latitude cyclones
But still you keep your gaze
Down away from ecological warnings
Believing disingenuous lies
It will all go before you know
Before you know
The herd packed into an open pen
Call in the threat, we're in need of defense
Crying wolf to the emergency line
Just to hear a growl on the other end
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Scott B // Ska Bees Columbus, Ohio
DIY solo ska project of veteran Columbus, OH multi-instrumentalist, Scott Brown.
Formerly spending
time in punk and hardcore bands completing national tours, including time on the Warped Tour, and playing with members of Defeater, Turnstile, and countless others, Scott B comes back to his roots with this ska-centric project by writing, recording, and playing nearly every instrument himself.
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