I. DRANK MYSELF TO DEATH

We got a bottle of Jim Beam and started drinking.
I drank a liter.
To distract me from my constant overthinking
I need a breather.

You built this up your head. The pressure.
Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
Well, I relaxed with liquor.
The pressure has gone away,
But baby, I can't see shit.
It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
It's not the same to me when
I finally drank myself to death.

Enter the shaking, man, I should'va eaten something.
Enter the crying.
"My life is useless and I won't amount to nothing."
Better start dying.

You built this up your head. The pressure.
Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
Well, I relaxed with liquor.
The pressure has gone away,
But baby, I can't see shit.
It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
Wrap me up in sheets,
There's nothing left to see here.

I should be old enough to know (better better)
And I should be young enough to
Not take everything so seriously
I should be smart enough to
Know that doing this is dangerous
This mixing anxious energy with
Drunk ferocious carelessness.
???
I finally drank myself to death.

I finally drank myself to death.
It's turned to laughs.
I'm turning red outside on Cedar St.
It's twenty-two degrees.
I'm screaming:
"M-I-N-N-E-A-P-O-L-I-S CAN KISS MY ASS IN HELL"
I've built you up in my head
And now you've started a war in my head.

And the soldiers are falling down.
And you din't even try to win.

Aw, fuck.

II. TRUE 'TIL COLLEGE

Get me a friend or a smoke
Or a hospital or a suicide pill.
Get me a million dollar record deal
So I can end this charade.

Cause I, I keep writing the same song over again,
Over and over and over and over again.
Yeah I, I keep writing the same damn song over again.
Over and over and over and over again.

And it feels like heroin.
I just got addicted to
Demanding your attentio
For my trite repetition.
And I can't stop thinking about
The first songs I ever wrote
Where I swore off alcohol
'cause I knew better.
And I can't stop feeling like
That "straight edge" shit became a cult
But I'm kidding myself by believing
That the bar scene is any better.

And I, I keep writing the same damn song over again.
Over and over and over and over again.
And it feels like there's nothing left at all.


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King of Minneapolis Pts. I & II song meanings
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    General Commentfrom quote/unquote records website:

    "Okay. You're gonna have to work with me here. For a very brief period of time I was going to write a concept tape based on a "tape" I was going to "claim" to have found "on the beach" that was "left behind by a cruise shipafter it was shot down by a russian submarine in international waters during the cold war." Surprisingly, I decided this was a stupid idea (although i did tell people on last year's ska is dead that i would be writing a record about the tape) but I still had a few songs that I really liked from that tape (this, mpls pts. 3 & 4, grudge report and tell my boss 'i hate you.') So about Minneapolis... A lot of my favorite bands are from there and we were actually playing at my favorite band (Dillinger Four)'s club (The Triple Rock.) So finally playing there was a very exciting thing for me but due to overthinking and planning to "drink to relax" but then drinking so much that something very strange happened to me - everything in my head went from spinning and being confusing and whatever to EVERYTHING ABOUT MY LIFE BECOMING CLEARER THAN IT HAD EVER BEEN. And what was clear was that my life was a total joke. Did I kill myself? Wait 'til the sequel to see!!"

    -[probably jeff rosenstock]
    themagnetcon February 16, 2008   Link

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