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Like A Champion

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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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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

This is Chumps #2

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Track Name: Soft Opening
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.
Track Name: Commodore
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
Track Name: Hung
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
Track Name: Windows 8
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
Track Name: Girl Scout
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
Track Name: Carcass
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
Track Name: Fuck You, I'm Dancing!
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’
Track Name: Double Agent Boricua
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.
Track Name: French Exit
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
Track Name: Geronimo
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