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 The Only Friends Worth Having Buy the EP From Audubon Records Released: February 2010 John Langan - Vocals/Guitar/Bass Mike Weiss - Guitar/Vocals Ryan Barnes - Drums/Vocals Lyrics: Paul Newman and a Ride Home... Remember the days when it was an all out war? And you were taking names, while I was passed out on the floor? Well if you’re choosing sides, hey kid don’t waste your time. Once you’re gone, you’re gone for good. And we were making headway; making my way to your front door. But you lost me, and left me out on the porch. In the Brooklyn streets, in the summer heat they all cry: “once you’re gone, you’re gone for good.” Let me ease you back to health, cause they might need you somewhere else. It gets better don’t you know? I keep hoping that it won’t. French for Tigers Christ, the tabernacle’s empty, I won’t get my fill today. I gotta find another system to get my sins out of the way. Here comes the weekend, it’s the best time to repent. You feel bad for a while and then you do it all again. Because no one sings along to my songs the way you do. You’re getting all the lyrics wrong like you always do, how cute. You looked so sad in your American Football t-shirt. Let’s skip the show, I’ll walk you home. Why do we do this to ourselves? Maybe we should go get help. But where’s the fun in that? You act is if I’ve got a plan, but I bide my time. They’ll build a home for us out of bathroom stalls, dressing rooms in shopping malls. Let’s pretend for once. Is it wrong to want to want someone so much it hurts? The worst is when you say you’ve had enough, but I can’t. Oh my love, I’d be willing to bet that there’s hope for us yet. I for one would love to love you soon. Electric Education Pockets full of Electric Education, my last show at the Knitting Factory. Pretending for a while to like hip-hop at the Anticon Anniversary. It’s been a long dark semester, but it’s been way better without you. I think that I’m doing fine now, man that took longer than it should. So when your cup overflows, I don’t wanna know. Hand me off to your new friends, lay me below the sea. Listen to me for a while, I’ve still got something to sing. The peeling letters on your varsity tennis sweatshirt are doing their funeral dance at the foot of my bed. I have come to regret every sigh I used to wish you’d emit. Pockets full of Electric Education, my last show at the Knitting Factory. Pretending for a while that you’ll show up. But you don’t, and I leave early. Possessed I am blessed with all the wrong possessions; possess me, make me whole. And I am done with all these indiscretions. Come get me, take me home. There was me, with my summer beard. You were tired in the backyard, dear. Oh to think we once knew everybody here. We were young, we were dumb enough to have done what we wanted. Though the price goes up, the reward’s enough to keep me hanging here. So we tried our best on the back porch steps and you cried when we were done. So up I left, I’ve been wondering since: “man what have I become?” And it’s stuck, like it always was: a picture of your graduation. You flip me off and come give me a hug. It’s a tune you’ll soon forget. It’s a feeling that won’t stick. Still you come and you ask me “please don’t quit” and you look bored, so I say “sure.” |