Don't Do It Again

by Tallboys

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Recorded over several weekends at Darling House and Tiny Studio. Thanks to Aaron, Paige, and Jono for your support/patience, and The Pizza Underground for not being home. Please listen with headphones.

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released 07 April 2014

Marc — drums, hot baywatch body
Ryan — vox, uke, other junk
Bryan — vox, guitar, bass

Recorded and mixed by Bryan//Rather Not Records
www.facebook.com/rathernotrecords

RNR#005

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Track Name: Connecticut Fireballs
If I'm not hungover, then I 'm still drinking, which isn't that exciting but what else is there to do? When you're boring and too depressed to sort it out. Well I guess I'm boring and too depressed to sort it out. And there's a bar around the corner, with crowds I can silently be a part of.

*sweet-ass guitar solo*

Get me out of this body.
I'm not used to this I'm losing it (whoah-oh-oh)
Never thought it was possible to feel this lonely
I'm not used to this I'm losing it (whoah-oh-oh)

I feel less alone when I'm unhappy. Because my friends and I are broken pieces of the same machine. There's a man behind the bar who feeds me drinks. We don't speak, but I like to think that he gets me.

[Chorus]

I've got a brand new room with a nice big window and a real nice view of everyone out without me (x1000)
Track Name: My One-Bedroom Apartment In Space
You ask me who I am and I can answer honestly that I don't have a goddamn clue. Between making enough money, keeping myself from dying, trying to make my friends feel good and doing what makes me happy I'm so spent, the question loses meaning. I'm so spent, that I can't continue thinking.

We all want a little white room 100,000 miles from everything we need to do. We all want a little white room 100,000 miles away.

Maybe we could all get away for a while to a nice park bench in the sun. Think about the things that scare us the most. Think of how we swear we will right up until we don't. And how weird it is to contain all the people that we somehow used to be. It's a lot to consider. And like I said, we're all a little busy.

We all want a little white room 100,000 miles from everyone who bothers you. We all want a little white room 100,000 miles away.

I don't think I've got time for that. And I don't think you wanna go that route. 'Cause we might just discover we don't have that much in common, we're just terrified specks huddling for warmth.

Are you OK with that? I'm trying to be. (x2)

We all want a little white room 100,000 miles from everything we need to do. We all want a little white room 100,000 miles from, a 100,000,000 miles a million billion miles away.
Track Name: ~*deleet ur blog LMAO*~
I had a manic episode at an MTV-sponsored warehouse rave. No matter how loud Sleigh Bells played they couldn't make me feel not alone.

I was a virus, my friends were white blood cells forcing me out of the city. Maybe I should leave. (x2) YEAH RIGHT

Oh wow look at my new life it's shit just like my old one (x10000)

Another friend moved away today and I can't say I really blame him. Some people drift apart like icebergs. Slam together and shatter you.

I know because I've been in love, and I'm in love again right now and that means that I'll never feel complete.

Oh wow look at my new life it's shit just like my old one (x10000)

So hang up old lamps and christmas light. Duct tape a sign on the door that reads, "Club For The People Who Don't Know How To Feel Good About Stuff And Are Tired Of Faking It."

Oh wow look at my new life it's shit just like my old one (x10000000)