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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.
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Don't Get Me Started
03:26
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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.
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Just Another Generation
03:28
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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!!!
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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.
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5. |
We Are the Remainder Men
02:20
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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
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6. |
Metronome
02:56
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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!
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Castration Anxiety
02:25
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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!
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8. |
Two Minutes
01:52
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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.
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9. |
Why Are We Gonna Die?
03:04
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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?
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They Know
03:45
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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.
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11. |
Et Tu, Tomorrow?
02:36
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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 Atlanta, Georgia
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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