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Just Another Generation

by The Shut-Ups

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hannahsatreat I love all the twists and turns this album takes in such a short amount of time. The Shut-Ups have been solid for so many years, and this album is such a gem to showcase their talents. Favorite track: Why Are We Gonna Die?.
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1.
Ooh, we’re gonna waste your time. Yeah, we’re gonna waste your time Cuz you Got nothing else to do. If you did, You wouldn’t be here. Ooh, what do you want from us? Yeah, what do you want from us? The joys Of existential noise To drown the despair? Ooh, we’re gonna time the time Cuz it’s time to time the time 1...2….3...4...5...6...7...8...9….10...etc. Ooh, we’re gonna waste our own time. Yeah, we’re gonna waste our own time Cuz we Got nowhere else to be, If we did, How would we know? Ooh, we’re gonna waste your time.
2.
No they won’t Not tonight It’s too late They’re Too Tired Who am I? No one yet I’m concerned I will be They’re playing Teddy Pendergrass This can only mean one thing They’ll give me no consideration I have a say in my own creation! If they could hear me I would sing: Don’t Get Me STARTED Oblivion Gets such bad press Consider these Talking points: No heart to break No skin to crawl No eyes to cry No soul to grieve Even old King Solomon Once was heard to mourn: “Lately I’ve been disenchanted I’ve got a wish and it won’t be granted I wish that I were never born.” The opposite of Murder one Is just as bad a crime To take a man from a world of maybe And make him, make him, make him your baby But it’s the victim doing time But DON’T GET ME STARTED on time DON’T GET ME STARTED No, DON’T GET ME STARTED I’m gonna be so pissed Once I exist DON’T GET ME STARTED No, DON’T GET ME STARTED It’s a race that can’t be won Don’t fire the starting gun DON’T GET ME STARTED No, DON’T GET ME STARTED If this is how the world begins, Cue the violins DON’T GET ME STARTED No, DON’T GET ME STARTED Pendergrass forfend! Put this madness to an end.
3.
When we were born On New Year’s Rockin’ Eve The world was heard to say, “so what?” So we gave the world some drugs And a magic tambourine We grew its beard Removed its pants And placed a yellow daisy up its butt So what’s this crap they’re playing on our station? “JUST ANOTHER GENERATION”? Well, we were born To see the end of time We were chosen from the rest Four hundred million years of “what’s up?” “Nothing much.” Now we all seem to agree that we’re uniquely cursed Or blessed. The objects of eternal fascination Not JUST ANOTHER GENERATION So when you’re bored And feeling pretty small Don’t be The Boy Who Never Cried “Wolf,” he never said. And wolf, there never was. Perhaps you’ve never heard of him He never did some things, and then he died Bequeathing his benumbed imagination To JUST ANOTHER, Baby, JUST ANOTHER, Baby… JUST ANOTHER GENERATION. Oh, Look out: Here comes ANOTHER one!!!
4.
First time we jammed in the garage I knew that we were born to lose Time is a ticking bomb That we can neither dodge nor defuse. But nobody hears What we shout above the cheers: “Everybody wake up! Gonna be a shakeup! This band is gonna break up!” It happens to the best of them, the worst Of them, and them that’s in between: Brain damage, hearing loss, The War between Mankind and the Machine, The end of the gang With a whimper, with a bang. Go up in smoke Or die of a stroke This band is gonna croak All things must pass Does that mean “seize the day”? Does that mean “come what may”? “Hurry up” or “waste away”? Or does it mean We’ll never know What it means? From the dropoff to the pickup Could be an ice age or a hiccup This band…. This band is gonna chuck it Gonna kick the bucket This band... Everybody wake up! Gonna be a shakeup! This band is gonna break up Someday.
5.
Women of the world: How are you? May we presume to ask: Are you happy Or not With your men? To those of you Who really are Happy: Life is long; You’ll hear this song again. And when your answer changes, Look around; We can be found, Clearing the coffee cups Calling from cubicles Stocking the snack machines Charging our credit cards Look out! We are the Remaindermen And we’ll wait We’ve studied the science Of romance When to retreat When to advance It’s on our computers Not in our pants So we’ll wait Computer says wait And just when this starts to seem dumb to us You’ll come to us We are the Remaindermen And we’ll wait. Women of the world: How are you? We are the Remaindermen
6.
Metronome 02:56
You’re the king of your kit, But a klutz when you sit on your throne. Where’s that funky groove you keep misplacing? You’re falling behind ‘Cause your feet have a mind of their own. The problem is extensive Please don’t get defensive I am I am the METRONOME You abuse rock and roll When you lose control Don’t forget the METRONOME. Whenever you slip, I’ll be cracking the whip, bear and grin it. A reprimand can be the greatest kindness. Surrender your seat If you can’t take a beating per minute. If you don’t let me correct you Will even you respect you? I am I am the METRONOME Do your drills, day and night ‘til your fills get tight You must sweat to METRONOME You can run through the mountains and the valleys Run to the ocean, white with foam Speed ahead or fall behind for dilly-dallies But you can’t lose the METRONOME I would leave you alone But your rhythm would only get worse. Sloth is a curse. You’d never rehearse! I am I am the METRONOME Please go on – we’re not done ‘Til we beat as one Beyond the blunderdome Become the METRONOME I am! I am!
7.
We won’t get off our buttholes To get on bended knee. Castration Anxiety. But we’ll climb the highest mountain If we get the urge to flee. Castration Anxiety. The chances of this happening: Close to nil. But if it doesn’t happen, there’ll be something else that will. However bad we treat you, We’ve earned your sympathy. Castration Anxiety. However you accuse us, We’ll cop a special plea: Castration Anxiety. The chances we’ll be castrated: Zero to one. But the only cure for worrying Is just to get it done. So do it, do it, do it: Castrate yourself! I’ve rearranged my future Carved out my destiny No more frustration Castration Anxiety Do it do it do it! I did it!
8.
Two Minutes 01:52
Now is not a good time It will never be a good time Cuz when is it ever not now? It’s never not now Whenever never comes Whenever never comes on your radio! The future’s at stake So give me a break TWO MINUTES with you! TWO MINUTES with you. I know a “no” is a “no” But how do you know to say “no” When you never found a good time To have a good time? Whenever never comes Whenever never comes on your radio I’ll turn on the charm You set the alarm TWO MINUTES with you I don’t like waiting on you It makes me want to cry And put my cry into words And my words into song And hear that song on your radio But nobody hears The tracks of my tears And Hell will be paved With the time that you saved So this is my fate Forever to wait For TWO MINUTES with you.
9.
Something isn’t right (Why? I don’t know) Keeps me up at night (Why? I don’t know) It’s blowin’ in the dust we bite I asked my representative, but she’s been playing dumb She formed a committee to sit on her thumb WHY ARE WE GONNA DIE? I don’t care where all the lonely people come from And why they call the blues “the blues” And how they’re gonna do it if they really don’t want to dance And where was the beef? There was never any beef to lose! Some people care who let the doggies out But I’m like “whatchoo talkin’ bout? Stop shouting. This is no concern of mine. Am I my neighbor’s doggies’ keeper? Don’t you oysters hear the reaper? He’s asking may he help who’s next in line.” I don’t know where we even get the will to rock Beating time til we’re beaten by the clock Something isn’t right Keeps me up at night It’s blowin’ in the dust we bite Call up Mr. FBI and put him on the case. Tell him to read between the lines on my face: WHY ARE WE GONNA DIE? I don’t want to know if you want to know what love is And what it’s got to do with the power of itself And why fools fall in it and how deep it leaves me tender And who’s bending down to give me a rainbow. Did the Bee Gees know they were talkin’ jive? They weren’t that good at stayin’ alive. Who blew the wind? And what’s the nine-one-one? Yes, and how many roads can a man walk down ‘til you take him to Funkytown Are you glad to see him or is that a gun? Or both?!?! What’s on the radio? Wimps! Pimps! Sluts! And evidently someone really likes big butts. Something isn’t right Keeps me up at night It’s blowin’ in the dust we bite Tell me, Mr. FBI And Mrs. CIA If you have to kill me, I’m dead anyway. WHY ARE WE GONNA DIE?
10.
They Know 03:45
Everyone is no one in a motel named Motel The bed sheets have no mem’ries, and the walls don’t dwell. We’re rockin’ and rollin’ all night long Wristwatch is winking; it knows what’s wrong. It’s alright, But it worries me… THEY KNOW about it. THEY KNOW exactly what we’ve done. Has Yesterday forgotten? Has Tomorrow lost its way? If everyone is no one, who are we to say? We’re rockin’ and rollin’ all night long Just you and me and this song we’re tryin’ to write That never ends… But THEY KNOW about it. THEY KNOW exactly what we’ve done. Rockin’ and rollin’ all night long. Here’s the sun.
11.
When I was in the womb, they loved me tender They were misinformed about my gender Mom and Dad renewed their wedding curses “For better or for worse,” they said, “and here’s what worse is” Pre-k hazed me Post-k dazed me High school didn’t care College stoned me Grad school loaned me To the man behind my chair Yesterday assailed me Morning nearly nailed me And you, TOMORROW? Good news: she was in the mood Bad news: she was with some dude And from what I understand Someone’s breaking up my band (Chorus) Yesterday betrayed me This morning nearly slayed me And you TOMORROW? And the days pile up like crashing cars The only pleasure’s showing off your scars (Chorus) And you, TOMORROW? ET TU, TOMORROW? And you, TOMORROW? Fuck you.

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"The Shut-Ups have songs that could instantly be BIG HITS all around the globe. The tracks on the humorously-titled Just Another Generation remind us of a whole host of classic acts from the past including The Records, Marshall Crenshaw, Split Enz, and Devo…The Shut-Ups are easily one of the best Georgia-based power pop bands ever. By keeping things simple and playing straight-from-the-hip, these guys manage to succeed where so many else fail… Totally mesmerizing stuff. Top pick." – babysue
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“Just Another Generation is a snarky concept album about TIME and it’s mastery over us all. It may seem jokey and fun, but there are some thought provoking lyrics hidden in the glee…[one] track is called ” This band is gonna break up”… but like….. I hope it doesn’t.” - Scrawlings of a Naive Fanatic
naivefanatic.wordpress.com/2018/04/09/the-shut-ups-this-band-is-gonna-break-up/

“7/10 - ’Castration Anxiety’ is about just that and as they claim it almost never happens. I know of two kids I grew up with who lost a ball each - neither of them was fully castrated, so the chorus of "do it do it do it" is urging a very unusual act and they don't even name the person they think deserves to be castrated.” – Whisperin' & Hollerin'
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“This is mostly upbeat garage pop that at times reminded me a little of the New Pornographers (as on “Don’t Get Me Started”) but they up the angst a bit on the title track and “This Band is Gonna Break Up”. Check out the evil groove of “Metronome” and just seeing a song title like “Castration Anxiety” wanted to have me skip the song but it’s too damn good to skip and “Two Minutes” is another stellar pop tune that deserves repeated listens. No matter what kinda mood you’re in there’s something on Just Another Generation to soothe it.” – Dagger Zine
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“‘Just Another Generation’ is a new wave/power pop hybrid that’s been sorely missing from the current crop of neo-emo kids and DIY bedroom electronica start-ups that currently crowd the indie music scene. The album comes off sounding like an updated supergroup made up of The Cars and Material Issue, with They Might Be Giants sitting in for some songs.” – Innocent Words
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“Just Another Generation is a concept album about time and they are in a hurry to get through the songs, sometimes even at breakneck speed (This Band is Gonna Break Up), but they never drop the ball, serving up hooks and smart vocal harmonies like they are going out of style...Recommended if you like Look Sharp-era Joe Jackson, The Strokes, Weezer, and They Might Be Giants.” – Here Comes the Flood
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“Just Another Generation…hops and bops along with peppy tempos, punchy execution, all-in harmonies and quirky idiosyncrasies as if we took a tumble back to a 1981 skinny tie one-hit wonderland where The Vapors, The Producers and Greg Kihn are playing a dorks-only dance at the high school gym.” – Stomp and Stammer
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credits

released February 23, 2018

Don Condescending: vocals, keys
Ben Spraker: vocals, guitar
Thaddeus Thompson: bass
Tony Jenkins: drums
Jason NeSmith: more guitar

Recorded at Bel*Air Studios, Athens, GA, USA and Japanski Recording Studio, Athens, GA, USA.
Mastered at Chase Park Transduction, Athens, GA, USA by Jason NeSmith.
Produced by Don Condescending and Jason NeSmith.
Engineered by Jason NeSmith and Matt Tamasin, with assistance from Bill Doss, R.I.P.
Additional guitar by Shadraq Meeshaq.
All songs by Don Condescending, Copyright ℗+© 2009–2016 Down Syndrome Superhero Music (ASCAP).

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We're a five-piece new-wave power-pop band from Atlanta and Athens, GA and practice daily at 6AM. We do more before 8AM than most bands do all week.

We're not about Pleasure or Fun. You may enjoy listening to us. You may not. You may pretend to enjoy us because others you respect seem to. They may be pretending, too. In which case you may want to consider what else they're pretending about.
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