Real Jobs

by Cool Dads

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Recorded between June '12 - November '12.

credits

released 07 January 2013
Recorded, Engineered and Mixed by Cool Dads
Mastered by Michael Briggs at Gutterth Productions.

Thanks to: Drake Moreno, Leo Herrera, Jon Kobialka, Alex Farr and everyone else who listened to a million times over to make sure it didn't suck too, too much.

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tags: rock emo hardcore post-hardcore punk Denton

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Track Name: My Body is Ready
I try to keep who you want me to be at arms length,
but you fill my thoughts.
Mystery and fear:
They are synonymous when I'm aware.
My heart is as pure as the sun, but neither remain forever.
Unless you will impart them to me.
Progress and growth:
nothing will ever change 'til you come home.
Wherever it is you want to call home, I want to be your home.
But nothing moves
until your words
reach my ears
or you bind my arms.
Track Name: Gooby Dolls
Impassive words meet passive ears;
they respond with devotion.
Your weightless message and all your vassals
make me want to rip my freaking eyes out.
Are your words sacred?
Is that why you're foaming at the mouth?
It never was about the truth for you,
it's all about the bones you crush/blood you suck.
You don't have to say a thing,
your constant bleating
speaks louder than the herds
you keep repeating.
But you can't give up yet
when there's a million people left
for you to make feel they're not as smart as you.
Don't tell me you're tired yet
when there's a million people left
for you to make feel they're not as smart as you.

Chew them up, spit them out.
Spit them up, chew them out.
There's nothing left for you to consume.
I've nothing left to prove to you.

I can see your heart when you open up your mouth.
I'm sure you make yourself so proud,
swooping down from your ivory-tower-mountaintop.
I hear your voice, and I can't help but think "shut up."
Track Name: I'm in a Band
Every word that you say is in front for your friends,
and they're all in bands.
And all of them think that they have something to say,
because they're all in bands.
But Repetition of ideas hinders creativity,
yet they're all in bands.
And all your friends act and think the same, through and through.
Well, all mine do too.
I'm in a band, because I'm in a band.

I can see the flashing lights,
like stars falling from the skies in front of my eyes.
Maybe I'll be on the cover of a zine
with a link to my band's album you can download for free.
I can tell we're gonna make it big,
but not too big 'cause we're not sellouts and that wouldn't be punk.
I'll talk about our album at everybody's shows.
We'll be on all my favorite blogs in a couple of weeks.

Just cast, hook in, pull it back, reel it in.
Just cast, hook in, pull it back, reel it in.
Just cast, hook in, pull it back, reel it in.
Just cast, hook in, pull back, repeat again.
I'm in a band.
Track Name: Space Birds Tonight
Scorched grass passes by
the hand print on the glass
of the backseat window
of my parent's van.
I'm laying down and I think
there will never be a better time
than the 90's.

But I don't want to always need arcade cabinets
to inspire me to not do drugs.
I can't keep on looking back and think,
"it was better back then, when I was a kid."

I'm still programmed to wake up early
on saturday mornings.
It sucks to remember a time
when I had no responsibilities.

But I'm beginning to think that it's a sickness
that I don't want to fight.
Or perhaps an excuse
to prevent me from enjoying where I've been brought.

I'm still programmed to wake up early
on saturday mornings.
It sucks to remember a time
when I had no responsibilities.
But I think that my perspective
is crippling.
And maybe, that time was a gift
that I was given to pass on?
Track Name: Stillborn
Every word I say is failed poetry.
It's not sad, it's not funny.

And I'm too terrified to think about
the way I feel
or what that means or how to change it.
I just want to dwell
on how I hate myself
for what I've done to myself
and everyone else.

Time goes on and on,
the more I hate it..
The more it fits.
I was stillborn.
Not in the physical sense, but in the way I've lived.
Not in the spiritual sense, but in the way I've lived.
I want to be born-again-again.