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New Emotional Fascism (2018)

by Post Nothing

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1.
Propaganda 00:49
Sing the songs of revolution as the ship sinks to the sea We can’t rely on evolution when there’s no one listening.
2.
Meme Warfare 01:38
A horse by any other name is still a nazi; the swastika’s become a meme. Their catchiness is meaningless, but a lack of meaning has won today. THERE IS NO SUBSTITUTE FOR MUTINY. The ship is sinking: throw the captain overboard. Because he’s been drinking his own supply, so revolt. Revolt! Revolt! Revolt! Sing the songs of revolution when denied the right to evolution!
3.
Celebrate the life and times of every clever mime Who put a bullet in the mullet of every right wing antichrist. Desecrate the strife inside of every feeble man Who created a monster out of every half brained premise. Do you know what I’m talking about? Does it feel like I’m making a point? Does it seem like these questions were made to be asked but never answered? Does the mime that we celebrated have to be a perfect person For us to acknowledge that these finger guns were locked and loaded? Sickle cell economy/this cancer’s killing me Redundant statement: this is killing, killing me. Sickle cell economy/your bullshit’s killing me Another empty platitude is killing, killing me. The revolution never came. The revolution never came. The revolution never came: so let’s dance until doomsday.
4.
I speak with perfect diction to counteract the fiction of America 2018. Why should I be screaming if we no longer dream? What’s the point if you can’t understand? “Speak clearly when you’re angry: so they can’t misunderstand.” The revolution’s coming: soon this all won’t mean anything. Us vs. them, lines in the sand, we’ll put an end to the new emotional fascists. “Speak clearly when you’re angry to end hypocrisy.” This is why we’re screaming. This is why we’re dreaming. And you can’t silence us anymore.
5.
I’m the youngest son in a family of ghosts So let’s make a toast to all my failures, shortcomings, and perceived lack of care Because when you’re gone, the world moves on. Mourning clothes in the closet forgotten from a morning we’d rather forget. Everyone is dead and gone/I’ve got no one left to con. Everyone is dead and gone and I feel nothing. Everyone is dead and gone/took the queen and left the pawn. (Because when you’re gone, that failure won’t mean shit.) The world moved on, I guess I did too Because I feel nothing now. So let’s make a toast to the friendly ghost who haunted ambition When the pain stopped with Recitation.
6.
I heard that she showed them her wounds when they asked her for proof She told them his name - and they laughed in her face. “Why would such a good boy hurt a bad girl like you when he’s got so much to lose?” Well, she’s got nothing to lose. Nothing left to lose. So let’s turn your good boy into a dead boy We’ll cut off his hands so he can’t touch her face ever again. KILL. EVERY. RAPIST.
7.
We screamed at the top of our lungs yet we sank like a poorly built ship. We invested ourselves to the truly top shelf so why did it end when it did? We broke like china dolls, we bled from every crawl. But this feels like going home then never coming back. Because death’s in style, baby, death’s in style. So if only the good die young… then we’ll live forever. Because when we die, the world moves on. Everyone will care until they don’t, because death’s in style.
8.
Are you exactly where you thought you’d be ten years ago? Sitting pretty at 17, all dressed up and full of dreams. 27 at the bar with a drink in hand, not too far away from Where you grew up, fucked up, lived it up, and never moved away. Now you’re exactly where you want to be: A hot mess waiting for a redirect from the misdirect you set. Now you’re exactly knew you’d be: Singing songs about hating the place you were too disgraced to fucking leave. But don’t blame your area code for all the flaws you’ve shown. Don’t blame the 661 for ruining your own life. Don’t blame the Industry, don’t blame the Britisher. Don’t blame my boy Carlos if you’re the one that sucks. Are you exactly where you thought you’d be ten years ago? Are you exactly where you want to be now?
9.
You ran uphill just to catch the sun: Icarus without the wings. Rings of light won’t reflect on wax (as you melt, as you melt, as you melt). At least the sun is within your reach… but what we want is not always what we need. Melt with me. Inspire me to be the best I can be. There’s a world outside your window, so will you try or just exist? You cannot expect to reach the sunrise with your eyes closed. You cannot expect to see the end times through your windows. MELT WITH ME. The revolution songs: they always end. And there are no songs for what comes next. After I melt: I will feel nothing. I feel nothing.

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released July 17, 2018

jed bookout - vocals/lyrics
hans cruz - guitar
joe small - bass/vocals
matt fullove - drums

Engineered & mastered by Joe Small at Clubhouse Studios from 1 December 2017 - July 2018

Chant vocals on track 1 by Keith Brandvold, Riley Thornbrugh, Luke Graff, Greg Silva, Sarah Morelock, Maddy Burris, and Post Nothing
Guest vocals on track 3 courtesy of Joe Warr
Sample on track 4 courtesy of Petscop
Guest vocals on track 5 courtesy of Doug Jenkins
Sample on track 5 courtesy of Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans

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