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Intro (A Teaching Poem)
02:26
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*There are some sampled vocals from this Ursula K. Le Guin thing that I don't have the lyrics to so I'm not gonna write them down. I have the record on vinyl and I could pretty easily transcribe them but I don't wanna do that right now. Jeremy told me to write out the lyrics for all the songs and I'll do it for the other ones but not for this one. Just know it's a poem in a fictional sci-fi language about how important rivers are. And what's the last song on this demo called??? Yeah, pretty freaking deep and crazy. I wasn't even thinking about that until like the day we performed it. My mind just works like that 'cause I'm a fucking twisted genius with a heart of gold.
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World Champion, Sports Star,
Hard Rock Cafe, Sports Bar,
Seven days without exercise makes one week,
Can’t even do a push-up! A sit-up! A chin-up! A snatch! A clean and jerk! A burpee!
Running laps at First Unitarian,
And the whole crowd’s so ketotarian,
This is ragtime, this is American,
OUGH, OUGH, LETS GO TEAM!
IM THE LEAD SINGER FOR THE DEATH OF JAMES DEAN!
FOUR CAPITALS AND YOU KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN!
DOJDOJDOJDOJD! DOJDOJDOJDOJD! DOJDOJDOJDOJD!
Famous Acolyte, Church Star,
Roman Candle, Guitar
Grab the XLR cables, let’s do some high waves, now half-kneeling inside circles…
Deadlifts at First Unitarian,
What’s your sign baby, I’m a pescatarian,
This is ragtime, this is American,
OUGH, OUGH, LETS GO TEAM!
I’M THE MATRIARCH OF THE DEATH OF JAMES DEAN!
FOUR CAPITALS AND YOU KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN!
DOJDOJDOJDOJD! DOJDOJDOJDOJD! DOJDOJDOJDOJD!
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Ah, ah, waitress at McDonalds, BTS meal,
Koi fish, stray cats, swimming at the soccer field,
Ah, ah, nickel in my lemonade and waffle fries,
Skinhead, JROTC, don’t apologize
Ah, ah, Pixies Screamales Melt Banana CDs,
One foot in the grave, fucked up thinking we were CDs,
Ah, ah, got a claymore full of pesticides,
Spookydisharmoniousconflicthellride!
No matter where you’re going you get on a hotline,
Civil War Land’s in Bad Decline
No matter where you’re going it’s a really bad time,
Civil War Land’s in Bad Decline,
Ah, ah, Sermon on the Mount Vernon every morning,
Harmony Korine, Harmon Karmon, Gordon Korman, Mormons,
Ah, ah, talking tic tac toe, taking valium,
Sleeping in my lap, count the seconds yeah I tally em,
Ah, ah, that’s a forced rhyme, now I’m tongue tied,
Come with me, we could take off all our Vineyard Vines,
Ah, ah, giant jenga, praying in your minivan,
Ned Flanders, Pharoah Sanders, Brandy Melville, Sarah Brand,
I broke up with my boyfriend at the mall Five Guys,
Civil War Land’s in Bad Decline,
No matter who you’re calling, it’s a hot hotline,
Civil War Land’s in Bad Decline,
*Then I do some improvised rambling that's supposed to sound like a Model UN speech*
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4. |
Interlude
01:49
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*This one doesn't really have lyrics, unless you count the very stretched-out sample of Gary Wilson going "fourrrrrrr" throughout the whole thing. I wouldn't count that, but I like when lyrics sheets credit sampled vocals. Like if you look at a Death's Dynamic Shroud song, they write out all the chopped up samples from Dua Lipa and Taylor Swift and shit, so the lyrics just say like "oo a- ee- o- in the caAaAr" and stuff. Man, those guys rule. I actually got into a car crash listening to Judgement Bolt like a year ago and almost died. Totally vaporized a deer. I'm including this right now because we have another song we haven't played yet about car crashes but it doesn't have anything to do with that one, it's about a different crash. I got really into songs about car crashes for a little bit after that, though. The Smiths, Elvis, Katy Perry, all that shit. Those guys also rule. Well, Morrissey doesn't rule. Neither does Elvis. Katy Perry I think is fine. Don't quote me on that, though.*
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Iards
02:48
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you can hate me
if you want to
cuz i get it
to see a big house
get a ba-a-ad taste in your mouth
wish that the trains would run on time
wish that my dad was asleep
wish i could sit in the lawn unnoticed, alone
looking up at low flying planes…
sorry that im being weird, this is my biggest fear
and my bedsheets still have sharks,
and my shower curtain has,
the periodic table,
you can hate me
if you want to
cuz i get it
to see a big house
get a ba-a-ad taste in your mouth
i know that its dumb to feel embarrassed,
but i wonder what you think,
do the windows clash with the columns…
sorry that im being weird, this is my biggest fear
(AND ITS A HUMAN RITE..)
my little brother’s got a flat-screen in his room,
that my dad bought, to keep him shut,
we got on a list,
cuz the neighbors,
when the cops show up are they jealous of us…
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Wild Horses
04:59
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*The lyrics are basically the same as the lyrics to Wild Horses, you know, by the Stones, but there's also some quoting from T.H.E. (The Hardest Ever) by will.i.am. Have you guys ever listened to that song? Go look up the video right now. Fucking insane. Genuinely one of the craziest fucking music videos I've ever seen. Every time I make a new friend I make them watch that video with me. I don't do last.fm or anything but if I did and I scrobbled YouTube that would maybe be, like, my most played song of all time. Will.i.am is kinda goated lowkey. You know he made the beat for American Boy? He made the beat for his own shitty concept album. There's a song on it called "I Can't Wait" and it's so fucking bad. Some of the worst vocals he's ever laid down. Go listen to that, too, it's surreal. I really fuck with that one song "The Time Of Your Life (Dirty Bit)." The beat drop is fucking crazy. Sounds like LISA music. The Black Eyed Peas are a big part of my musical identity. The first full album I ever released was a mashup album of Black Eyed Peas and Death Grips tacks. It's been deleted from the internet and I got rid of the laptop that had all the GarageBand files of those songs so it's lost media now. Save it for the DOJD iceberg...*
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7. |
Another Interlude
01:42
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*I don't think Jeremy is looking at the lyric sheets for any of these songs, so I'm gonna go ahead and put you guys on game. The password to the Death of James Dean instagram page is Jerma985. I'm not kidding. I mean they might make me change the password if they find out about this but as of writing you can log into our instagram with that password. A while ago I posted a picture of me solving a trans furry porn puzzle while holding a picture of the first glass beach album on vinyl and you could see the cock and everything and I put it up on the story and somehow it didn't get taken down. People complained though. Think we actually lost like six followers for that. So if you're wondering what's okay to post it just can't be any worse than that.*
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8. |
River
03:58
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Bag of trash,
With two commem’rative cufflinks,
Found ‘em in the road, push ‘em in the stroller,
It gets hot at night,
Shirt stickin’ to my chest, stained with sweat,
The pram looks over the water, and then we tip it over,
WE WANT THE MONEY!
THAT MAKES YOU NOT CARE!
WE WANT THE CLOTHES, THAT ALL THE COOL KIDS WEAR!
WE WANT THE MONEY!
WE WANT THE FRUITS!
THE CORES OF WHICH WE’RE THROWING IN THE RIVER!
YEAH WE THROOOOW IT IN THE RIVER!
It started with bottles,
I lit up when I saw the splash,
Now we get cinderblocks from the school dumpster,
Running away,
Cause it fell in the wake of a cop, boat,
I saw an old TV and got warm just thinking of the ripples,
WE WANT THE MONEY!
THAT MAKES YOU NOT CARE!
WE WANT THE CLOTHES, THAT ALL THE COOL KIDS WEAR!
I GOT SO SWEATY!
GOT SO OUTTA BREATH!
I WISHED THAT WAS ME FLOATING IN THE RIVER!
I'D BE FLOOOOATING IN THE RIVER!
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