Bright Young Things

by Boilerman

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Ice Age/Hip Kid Records 2010
theiceageiscoming.net | hipkidrecords.com
400 on White Vinyl, 100 on Seafoam Green Vinyl.

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released 23 July 2010
Recorded 4/16 + 4/17 of 2010 at Summer Camp by Kris.

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Track Name: Houdini Shuffle
I said, "This is supposed to be a fair fight." He said, "I've called in the fix." I asked, "How can you stand by while people get treated like this?" He casually responded, "It's all in the wrist. The trick is to convince them there's just one way of doing things, and that's this."
Track Name: Bridge to Nowhere
Creating targets. Make sure the battle lines are drawn. Pile up the garbage, until it's clear you're too far gone to stop and notice that there's no truth behind their words. Just spite and malice. Each night more hate to be conferred. Keep on smiling under the pretense that they care. Trudging forward on a bridge to nowhere.
Track Name: Locusts and Leeches
Punching ballots hopefully. These days it's less than comforting. I can't believe that I got caught up in this front; this hype machine. Rallies, banners, slogans, signs. Still not changing any minds. At least not the ones that feed this monster all the bodies it requires. They've been at this since I was thirteen. Kept killing, now I'm twenty-two. Sometimes I feel there's not a single useful thing that I can do.
Track Name: Bright Young Things
Ego of an aristocrat. So self-assured. You spoiled brat. To me it seems obscene. I just don't know how you live like that. You run up your tab so you've got some excuses to shrug off the blame as you hand out abuses to people that you think should cater to your wants, there simply for your uses. Ego of an aristocrat. So self-absorbed. You spoiled brat. Sense of entitlement. Indulge yourself and know you can't fall flat. Blacking out, having fun. Every time a different lucky one. Caught up in the web you've spun. Different morning, same old sun. Tear-stained pillow and you've run. What have you done? Bright young things circle like vultures. My stomach turns. Detest your culture. No control, a lack of care. No consequence, no cross to bear. On the town you take your pick. Bright young things you make me sick.