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Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
That vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern
You’re diving face forward into a antiquated path
It’s disgusting, its offensive don’t stick your nose up at me
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other forever competing for that one moment of self aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh we’re not worthy when you walk by a group of quote unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
With the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar
Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah
Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe that it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety
You are a faker (admit it)
You are a fraud (admit it)
Yeah, you’re living a lie (yeah) living a lie (yeah) you’re life is living a lie
You don’t impress me (admit it)
You don’t intimidate me (admit it)
Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah
I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, guitar go!
I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah
I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah oh
And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
So you come to me, made of these, urgent unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
I have when I'm dead I'll rest
But that's away still
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
That vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern
You’re diving face forward into a antiquated path
It’s disgusting, its offensive don’t stick your nose up at me
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other forever competing for that one moment of self aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh we’re not worthy when you walk by a group of quote unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
With the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar
Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah
Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe that it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety
You are a fraud (admit it)
Yeah, you’re living a lie (yeah) living a lie (yeah) you’re life is living a lie
You don’t impress me (admit it)
You don’t intimidate me (admit it)
Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah
I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, guitar go!
I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah
I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah oh
And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
So you come to me, made of these, urgent unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
I have when I'm dead I'll rest
But that's away still
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
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Direct quote from Max Bemis from a recent interview on absolutepunk.net :
I grew up in L.a, which at the time (turn of the century) had this scene revolving around certain bands made of people who were so afraid to be sincere that they were almost mean, and boy did they prosper. I moved away from them to go to school at Sarah Lawrence College in New York because I thought there would be more integrity on the opposite coast and it was there that I learned shame and pretension wasn’t constricted to any group of people; we are all guilty of it. The song isn’t about “fall out boy fans” or “hipsters”. It’s about anyone who judges other people because they’re “normal.” It’s about you and I because everyone does it sometimes. The only thing you can do is fight that ego and be proud of the things in your life that are true.
I hate saying it that way, but Max did go crazy. He's bipolar and did get admitted to a mental hospital, by himself of by someone else, I don't really remember. I'll have to dig up that article. And if Max admits to going to a mental hospital, then I'd say it's a good indication that he's telling the truth. AP does lie, or stretch the truth sometimes, but they can't fabricate quotes and that story was pretty much Max talking.
As for the song, I think it's pretty neat. There's a quote by Green Day (kind of ironic considering how people see them as such posers now) that said something along the lines of "This kid came up to me once and asked 'What's punk?' So I kicked over a trash can and said 'That's punk.' So he kicked over another trash can and asked 'That's punk?' And I said 'No, that's conformist.'"
There is no such thing as a truly individual style. We are all fabricated clones of other fabricated clones of other fabricated clones and the sooner you realize that your way is not the only way, the better we'll all be. When you can admit to being just as self-absorbed, arrogant and fake as everyone else around you, then you're a punk. When you realize that there is no such thing as being a punk, that's when you're a punk.
This song is not about the emo kids. It's about us. It's about each of us that came on here and told everyone how everyone else is so fake and wrong. It's about me, who still in the back of my head realizes that I'm no better than anyone he's singing about in that song. It's about him, it's about you, and it's about everyone.
You're no better than anyone else out there.
personally.. i find it more to be a satire on the los angeles / new york scenes.. not emo but moreso the pretentiousness / materialism.
to me, i think this song is about the hypocrisy of the people around him and him admitting in a way that he is a slave to the same hypocrisy.in the part where it says i drift drift drift i think he is basically saying how he seems to be drifting through his life. at the end of the song he find in himself the need to get away from the world around him to "taste the breeze of every great city" and to change his life into something meaningful.
[as for the whole mental hospital thing, who the fuck cares?his music is great. end of story.]
this is my favorite song by say anything by far
i've gone from wanting to be this (a couple years back) to completely savoring what he has to say. it's as fake as the "preps", but at least i'd rather be pretending to be happy than pretending to be sad. and this is definitely about emo/scenesters, and anyone who disagrees is an ashamed emo/scenester themselves.
The guy from say anything went crazy recording the album so u never know whats going on in most of their songs... but hey its a good'en.
everyone's pretentious but me
The simple brilliance of this song is that every scene is being torn apart mercilessly and then the writer admits to his own faults just as vengefully.
i think max uses the vocab to mock the scene's failed attempts to sound intelligent, using rediculous words jsut too seem like hes trying so hard, jsut as they do.
@sheslikeohsoemo...
I just stood up at work and gave you a standing applause. I'm nearly 26 now and have been preaching your same stance since I was 12 and some kid asked me why I was wearing a "the exploited" t-shirt. Everyone is a clone and guess what kiddies...it's ALL been done before.