1. |
investment plan
04:37
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we locked ourselves in the bathroom at the prom after-party
hidden from the cool kids who were so drunk and ordinary
if we ran the world, we’d do it differently
so we made a pact to fight mediocrity
while everyone sleeps we’d escape this town
we’d take your mother’s car, make something of ourselves
we’d cross the line
we’d break the barrier
rage against time
but you forgot
when we were ten we played pretend
to be mom and dad
one day it didn’t end
saw you years later, you were looking good
waiting at the dry cleaners dropping off your suit
remember when we spent all night on the roof
we said we’d never stay in this neighbourhood
but you gotta buy a house
cus you’re a grown man
you know what life’s about
the investment plan
you gotta buy a car
to drive out from your home
to get to the store
to the rest of the world
you gotta get a wife
you gotta have a kid
get a lot of stuff
like all the cool folks did
when we were sixteen we had a dream
but you forgot
everybody does
you gotta go to work
to pay for car repairs
to pay for child support
to pay the bank
when you were twenty-one, you made a plan
i don’t remember
how i got where i am
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2. |
burning out
04:31
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when we started we had stars in our eyes
we were gonna make things right
they hooked us in with line after line
we thought that we were gonna shine
but our plans were eventually dropped
the hammer came down from the top
now we’re waiting around and watching the clock
all those dreams that we forgot
i’ve lost my fire and i’m burning out
i’m disillusioned from this grinding down
it makes sense, i guess, to be this way
to force my fervor to fade
the system strives to stay the same
and weed out any chance for change
don’t let the bastards grind you down
don’t let these doubts eat you inside out
when you start, you’ll have stars in your eyes
you know you’re gonna make things right
don’t you let them make you throw the fight
remember you’ve got an axe to grind
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3. |
boomerang kids
04:16
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ran into the boys while they smoked outside the Wild Wings
i was running some chores and errands for my mom
the car radio and dad’s beer is all we need
to throw ourselves a party when we’re sixteen
we once got kicked off the Berry-Go-Round
for goofing off, we were standing on the rails
i just wanted to make the world stop spinning
they say that we must wait our turn
and we should just do as we are told
but time has played a trick on me
with zits and wrinkles all at once
we all went to college like our parents said we should
took out student loans because the payback would be good
came back home with that paper in hand
but the game had changed, they said the market wasn’t doing well
dad said it’s fine, they’ve left my room the same
no one minds while I get back on my feet
these months somehow both crawl and fly by
we boomerang back
ran into the boys, they were still outside the Wild Wings
mom said i should go out for some air
the car radio and dad’s beer is all we needed
to throw ourselves a party when we were sixteen
but now we’re twenty six and we’re still here
now we’re twenty six and we’re still here
now we’re twenty six and we’re still here
and now we’re thirty six and we’re still here
coddled, complacent
entitled and unsure
the want ads are vacant
we’re supposed to wait our turn
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4. |
interlude
02:11
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5. |
pyongyang
06:02
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i looked it up on Google maps
i want to take a peek
at this country no one's ever seen
the famous hermit regime
the barbed wires of the DMZ
were the closest i'd ever been
to envisioning a unity
since the walls came down in Berlin
and if we ever get to go back home
i'm gonna drop everything
i'm gonna run to the streets and dance
and cry and shout and sing
i've got a family i'd like to meet
if they're still alive
my halmuni left at seventeen
and now she's eighty-five
i want to hear them sing Arirang
i want to climb Kumkang's peak
i want to reach the city of Pyongyang
and dance with them in the streets
fly by in an airplane
we'll drop radios and leaflets
saying hope will come one day
fly by in an airplane
we'll drop radios and leaflets
saying hope will come one day
so we'll send zines to North Koreans
whatever they may need
resolution and skinny jeans
the fight to be free
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6. |
asian fetishist
05:56
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you saw me at the bar where you were drinking
my black hair and my exotic being
you reeked of cheap cologne and asian fetishes
you hit me with your gaze so male and colonialist
you asked me where i’m from, i said Waterloo
my honest answer wasn’t good enough for you
"tell me where you're from, where you're really really from."
i’m finding your stupid seduction burdensome
and i’m not impressed by your Japanese
mainly because I’m not Japanese
so take out your foot from your mouth
keep your mouth shut
you told me once you spent 8 months
hanging out in Itaewon
singing karaoke and drinking soju
with other English teachers like you
now you think you know everything
about the world that i live in
you don’t know it but i heard
you throwing around those ugly words
but you’re not racist you assure me
you hooked up with an asian once in university
so somehow your sexual history
makes you entitled to insult me
surprise. the object speaks
against your narrow narratives of the periphery
tired of your tedious
talk, reducing me
to your exotic other
designed to stroke and fodder
your superiority
passed down by your forefathers
defined to mock and smother
my identity
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7. |
safe
04:10
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i thought i was ready to go back
things were still the way they left my flat
closet forced open and emptied
clothes scattered, sheets rip off my mattress
i can't bring myself, though i try,
to clean the mess they left behind
but they didn't take the ring you gave to me
and i've still got my memories
i've still got you, waiting for me, safe across the sea
the cop asks, what did they take
do i recall what stood in that empty space?
the guitar that i played to sing songs about you
the camera that caught my moments with you
the laptop that brought me closer to you
what do i do
i've got a list of all that i lost
i stop by every single pawn shop
dear stranger, i'm sorry life has led you
to make the choices you now choose
but i'm gonna follow you in your tracks
i'm going to go and get it all back
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8. |
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you saw me at the bar where you were drinking
my black hair and my exotic being
you reeked of cheap cologne and asian fetishes
you hit me with your gaze so male and colonialist
you asked me where i’m from, i said Waterloo
my honest answer wasn’t good enough for you
"tell me where you're from, where you're really really from."
i’m finding your stupid seduction burdensome
and i’m not impressed by your Japanese
mainly because I’m not Japanese
so take out your foot from your mouth
keep your mouth shut
you told me once you spent 8 months
hanging out in Itaewon
singing karaoke and drinking soju
with other English teachers like you
now you think you know everything
about the world that i live in
you don’t know it but i heard
you throwing around those ugly words
but you’re not racist you assure me
you hooked up with an asian once in university
so somehow your sexual history
makes you entitled to insult me
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Scary Bear Soundtrack Ottawa, Ontario
Ottawa-based indie dream pop | dirtbag twee | hypomanic shoegaze | we like: vintage amps ~ synth sounds ~ chorus guitar pedals ~ vocal harmonies, ramen ~ tea ~ irritating the kyriarchy
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