Poor People Are Revolting

by The Gotobeds

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debut lp on 12XU Records

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released 02 September 2014

hazy, cool u, gummy, gavin c. jensen

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Track Name: Fast Trash
FAST TRASH

walk the 16 blocks to yr house out on loan
the need to own these things i want but don't own
fast trash fast trash that i don't own
fast trash fast trash what i don't know

walk the 16 blocks to yr house out on loan
come around when they say i dont know WOO
fast trash fast trash that i don't own
fast trash fast trash what i don't know

fast trash, i don't know
fast trash, i don't know
fast trash, i don't know
fast trash, i don't own
Track Name: New York's Alright (If You Like Sex & Phones)
NEW YORKS' ALRIGHT (If You Like Sex & Phones)

new york’s alright if you can get yr dick sucked
collegiate display of post-classic head-fuck
i’ve heard the sounds the clowns wanna hear right
distorted guitar please turn off the lead mic

I know I know
new york’s alright

nostalgic for what a love i have not known
we ruin the night with glow from our cell phones
we hustle for crumbs but we can never get fed
all natures a farce when you can’t even breathe yea

i know i know
new york’s alright

we line up our lives to leave when we get wet
a comic display for those give but can’t get
this song is disguised so we can get what we want
electronic sounds please wake me when it stops

i know i know
new york’s alright

new york’s alright if you can get yr tit sucked
collegiate display of post-classic head-fuck
we play the sounds the clowns they wanna hear right
distorted guitar please turn off my vocal mic

new york’s alright
Track Name: Wasted On Youth/Melted Candle
WASTED ON YOUTH

there's no time, i don't wanna know
they can't tell, where i wanna go
they can't see, what you do to me
there's no time it's wasted on the youth

there's no time...

there's no time, a shower in decay
i feel time, slipping straight away
a breach of trust, followed by our lust
there's no time it's wasted on the youth

there's no time...

there's no time, it's wasted on youth
there's no time, it's wasted on youth
there's no time, it's wasted on youth
there's no time, it's wasted on you


MELTED CANDLE

i don't know what i am, i'm just a pawn in their scam x4
Track Name: To & Fromme
TO & FROMME

I've got some news for you
bland culture, unadorned but approved
can't buy it but we always try
i've got a some news for you

i've got some blues to lose
new couture but it didn't suit
i bought it before i could buy
consumers are like dead satellites

honey tastes sweet & warm
back & forth & to & from

i've been a shill for you
each desert a blanket for two
i've bought it but i didn't try
to focus a new point of desire

i've got some news for you
we're parters but we are not two
i've gotten this far on my own
but with shit i brought on loan

honey tastes sweet & warm
back & forth & to & from
Track Name: Wimpy Garcia (Brotherfucker)
WIMPY GARCIA (BROTHERFUCKER)

wimpy garcia, i've got a guitar too
on my fast train, on the last train home
brotherfucker, i got a sister too
we got fast trash, we got blank stairs too (nananananana)

wimpy hendrix, i got six strings too
they don't draw blood, but they weep for you
brother fucker i got a sister too
when this night ends, i'll be thankful it's thru (just like you)

brotherfucker, i've got a sister too
we got fast trash, we got blank stairs too (nananananana)
wimpy garcia, i got a guitar too
it's made of old wood and i'm grateful it's dead, just like you

well i'd fuck you(me)
Track Name: Jenna Rations
(Spot the Lou Reed joke and win a prize)

JENNA RATIONS

If i was the kind, to be so inclined
I'd see the blues I'd see the blacks as they fucked up the evening
in spite of mind, in spire i mind
i fade to blue i fade to black i wake up with spit on my chin in traffic BABY

because she can't be alone x4
Jenna!

in spite of time, i won't be kind
whatever's yours whatever's mine you know Lou sez it'll be alright (he's dead/fucking faggot)
if time is kind, the world ain't blind
and all you're ever doing it for your interest, you know it's not for mine

because she can't be alone x4
Jenna!

america you are so unkind
in yr white wedding dress, i'm unimpressed

because she can't be alone x4

i try i try to see
i can't no i won't i try to be
i try i try i try to see
but i can't no i won't i tried
but I can't be alone
Track Name: Affection
AFFECTION

Affection, I try to explain it uh uH
Affection, I try to explain it uh uH
Affection, I buy it, I sell it uh uH
Affection, I try to explain it uh uH

Affliction, I try to explain it uh uH
Affliction, I try to explain it uh uH
Affection, I buy it, I sell it uh uH
Affection, I try to explain it uh uH

affection, affliction, affection uh uH
Track Name: Fucking Machine
FUCKING MACHINE

where's the rage these days?
i see nothing but tame
fashionable treble guitar
your earnestness has not got you yet that far

everyone in this bar is a clown
what does that say about this town x2

shhhhhhh
fucking machine

semi detached but i face facts
whatever you plan we'll stop dead in its tracks (woo)
if they put a pyramid at the louvre
i should be able to cure these blues

everyone in this bar is a clown
what does that say about this town x2
(you can call it what you like)

shhhhhhh
fucking machine

i feel summer creepin' in
and i'm tired of this town again x2
again and again and again

shhhhhhh
fucking machine

I am not APPRECIATED x2
Track Name: Rollin' Benny
ROLLIN' BENNY

i don't want to work today i said i don't wanna go to work today
i walk around my house all day, but it's what i always say
i don't want to work today, it's what i often say
i don't want to work today, to bourgeoise to play

i crossed the crossed door today, but i didn't wanna to play
i bowed my head when i felt ill, but it didn't change my will
I don't want to work today, it's what i often say
i don't want to work today, this love won't consummate

i don't want to work today i said i don't wanna go to work today
i walk around my house all day, but it's what i always say
i don't want to work today, it's what i often say
i don't want to work today, to bourgeoise to play

i listened to the seeds today, can't make you mine this way
i wandered to the farmers house but he wasn't on the couch
I don't want to work today, it's what i often say
i don't want to work today, the problem with america is me

when life it hands you lemons, you gotta get drunk with Ben Bowman
you gotta listen to his problems but, you're not gunna solve them (right)
ow ow ow OW
Track Name: Secs Tape
SECS TAPE

we crawl around on the rocks tonight i said
we came out to see the lights

i know where the sky meets the city, it's shitty &
i know where the sky meets the city, i'm burning

each thought races like a dagger thru mind
no present no future unkind unwise

x2

agony is ecstacy - a cruel & shocking act
safe from static, ego won't go
white label, propped upon clean shirt
speckled skin, i've felt this love slip on in

striking violet - to have and have not
thin oak and dewey eyes
yr only as sick as yr secrets
the road is not the new frontier
cali as eden has been claimed, it's false freedom
but hate will prevail