Like A Champion

by Chumps

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Dan Well this is an absolute beast! For frame of reference: think the Jawbox songs where Bill sings ("Breathe" etc.), but imagine he's singing them all loud and bug-eyed in a car at night, wired on caffeine and driving the wrong way down a dual carriageway. Favorite track: Carcass.
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1.
Soft Opening 02:56
Say hooray for the white walls White, white on white Make way for the new-school Arms folded & their hair’s just right Let’s hear it for sublets Let’s trade our pearls for swine We’re pure premium financed And we get everything we’re due Alright! Word is you’re too big to fail ‘Til you trip over yourself Say hello to your privilege White male, yeah white on white We’ve got no common interests But you try with all your might Don’t you get testy Don’t you say “Hey, I know what you mean” We’re pure premium finance Yeah we get everything we need Word is you’re too big to fail ‘Til you trip over yourself You saw what you wanted You took what you saw You got what you needed You buried us all All right. That’s right. Well say hello to your finance White man, yeah white, white, white Pure premium, all right it’s… All right. That’s right.
2.
Commodore 03:18
Backsliders, apostates, and heretics Freedom fighters, rebel rousers, and lunatics Well come one, come all Our little tribe it ain’t quite formed We’re rounding up some compatriots to To storm the Congressional floor There’s no reprieve from the freedom That they sell by the pound or more Live streaming, closed-captioned Pre-packaged, and homogenized Well tune in, set the volume And consume ‘til your head distends Keep acquiring, keep amassing Keep building your personal monuments Tell me how much Do you have in your war chest? Is it enough to Finance your lack of conscience? Well, backsliders, apostates, and heretics Freedom fighters, outliers, and lunatics Come one, come all Come one, come all Our little tribe it ain’t quite formed
3.
Hung 02:29
We’ve got a game called “How Shall I?” I pull your wrists and you pull on mine We slip the noose, slip the tongue And every move leaves us hung Shoulda known it’d come to this Eviscerating all our bliss Our mouths move the words Our tongues kiss the lies Now I need your sweet sympathy once again We lock arms and we lock eyes I pull your strings and you pull on mine We slip the noose, we slip the tongue Every move leaves us hung Shoulda known it’d come to this Eviscerating all our bliss Our mouths move the words Our tongues kiss the lies Now I need your sweet sympathy I’m barely breathing and nothing is easy Hold me down and tell me a secret It doesn’t have to be true, I’ll believe it Cover my eyes and whisper my name I’ll hold you down while you do the same Here’s my hand, here’s my life Hold me down with all your might We’ve got a game called “How Can I?” I pull your wrists and you pull on mine Every time we get flung Leaves us tied and hung
4.
Windows 8 02:06
Unwind the wires they ran through you Cut the slack and take a breath Pocket-sized dreams, tiny lives Patience blown, patience died Well, they pulled the rug on you Dumped their ashes in your mouth Held you down and lit the fuse Said a prayer as you blacked out Unlock the cage they built for you Eyes to palms for everyone Wait for the click, wait for the bang Silent protest, severed hands Well, they pulled the rug on you Stuffed their ashes in your mouth Held you down and lit the fuse Said a prayer as you blacked out
5.
Girl Scout 03:04
Cross out what came before Broken noses and concrete floors Bloody knuckles and broken bones Glass houses full of stones A show of force for all concerned Tearing down what can’t be learned Your thick wit became a noose And you hung yourself like a champ Step up and see what’s next A black hole to match your chest Little man, keep swingin’ Nothing ever sticks to you Your little fists, they keep pounding You keep hitting the same old walls Keep fighting your tired battles We’re waiting to watch you fall Can’t erase the things that you’ve done Can’t delete the mistakes you’ve made Past the point of making amends On the brink of total collapse I carve out a place on my tongue Where these words are destined to burn Keep dumping more salt in the wound Hoping someday that I’ll learn Cross out what came before Broken noses and concrete floors Bloody knuckles and broken bones Glass houses full of stones A show of force for all concerned Tearing down what can’t be learned Your thick wit became a noose And you hung yourself like a champ Like a champ Like a champion Like a champ Like a champion
6.
Carcass 05:27
I can never unburn these lungs I can never untie the wires That my head has become Train your eyes to the back of my wrists Where my teeth tore through the flesh That was keeping my secrets hid I suppose my secrets They aren’t so secret We’ll never allow ourselves to scrape and bow We’ll build beautiful barricades to keep us safe And we’ll always be, we will always be Just blood and bones, just empty shells I can never unsee these sights But I can feed my self-denial Until my guts distend Until the exact moment That your wisdom becomes a key That your patience becomes a lock When you parse the truth from lies We’ll never allow ourselves to scrape and bow We’ll build beautiful barricades to keep us safe And we’ll always be, we will always be Just blood and bones, just empty shells Never sorry for being born We black out the sun / We level all the peaks We cannot be stopped / We cannot be pleased No way to put an end to this, cause everyone is one of us We are salt and lye / We are death and decay We’re a plague, a disease / We’re the end of everything We’re the end of everything We’ll never allow ourselves to scrape and bow We’ll build beautiful barricades to keep us safe And we’ll always be, we will always be Just blood and bones, just empty shells
7.
This revolution will not be televised It’s in our blood and it’ll never get out See them eyes, watch them move Got the numbers, got the grooves This revolution will not be televised It’s in our blood and it’ll never get out We wave the flags of all those victimized By a system that is keepin’ ‘em down Failed leaders, watch them writhe A sea of false hope, no shore in sight This revolution will not be televised It’s in our blood and it’ll never get out We wave the flags of all those victimized By a system that is keepin’ ‘em down We’ve got the guts, we’ve got the moves We drop the needles in the biggest grooves We’ve got the style man, we got the class We’ve got the songs that’ll shake your ass Gotta dance, motherfucker, dance Just you keep on dancin’
8.
No way, not another Double agent blowing his cover Secret handshake, so clandestine Another ambush, another slant rhyme A million angels on the tip of his tongue He spit them out before his bell got rung Black helicopters crowding the sky It could be CIA, or maybe FBI It’s just a matter of time Before the pattern takes hold Your complicity matrix is Quite a sight to behold Another cover-up Another crime It’s okay, everything’ll be fine Say your prayers Say your sorrys Hold out for another story We’re still livin’ We’re still dyin’ We’re still payin’ for this island No hurry No delays Another day in the U.S.A.
9.
French Exit 01:57
It’s hard enough just to breathe Let alone think or feel When all we ever get told Is that our problems aren’t real They’re dropping bombs in our dreams They’re stacking bodies in heaps They’re stockpiling more guns Because “our freedom ain’t free” Well the pattern takes hold The stakes have gone sky high We can’t stay calm and wait We must unite or die Their sights are trained on you Their sights are trained on me There is no person alive That won’t fall victim to this First they build you a cage Then they feed you some hope And it encircles your heart Until it fits like a noose The empty promise of wealth A fairytale of disease A tragedy so real It keeps us down on our knees Maybe all our rulers are right And we shouldn’t question their reasons why Just got to work, pay your bills and buy Every product within your sight
10.
Geronimo 04:55
Don’t temper us with reason Don’t pepper us with lies We’re complicit in this treason In our words and in our deeds And every step is measured By the book and by the pound There’s some hope in the knives we hold In that one day they are sure to come down So many sleepless nights, they draw out like a blade And cut me to the bone and leave me like a scourge Upon this bitter earth that swallowed up your life But we will meet again by the cemetery gates Send your wishes up to heaven Throw your arms out in a shape That proves to us how much you care And begs to be undone We’re caged in by our bodies We’re divided by our blood We’re buried by our memories But these memories, they have work to be done So many sleepless nights, they draw out like a blade And cut me to the bone and leave me like a scourge Upon this bitter earth that swallowed up your life But we will meet again by the cemetery gates You’ll never grow up You’ll never grow old

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Todd|Tom|Sol|Steve
Quitters Never Win

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released December 19, 2014

Sequence of Events:
January 2013 - Recorded by Andrew at Spaceman Sound
February 2013 - Mixed by Andrew at Studio G
June 2014 - Vocals Rerecorded by Matt at Sol-o Sound
November 2014 - Mastered by Dan in his Sun Room

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