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Transmissions Down

by The Jukebox Romantics

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1.
These days, I still feel ashamed. The game’s the same, but the fucking rules have changed. Wondering if you could, wondering if you would. Would look for those to save, or could tell me who’s to blame. Where’s my country gone? Where’s my country gone? They sold out, we bought in. A new America we were dying to win. These awful times are leaving us behind. I’m doing the best I can, spending all I have. Don’t leave me behind My problems can be purchased all the time. These days the world is full of thieves; we’re watching the police. It’s really gone to hell. It’s really gone to hell. They sold out, we bought in. These were the backs that would never bend. They sold out, we bought in. A new America we were dying to win. They sold out, we bought in. To the new politics of living rich sins. These awful times are leaving us behind. America, thanks for the good times. Those days are over My days are grey and black and here to stay. Folding on a winning hand we’re cashing out and giving in. These are the days we pissed away staring at the sun. Disappointed
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Disappointed 02:55
These bloody fingers are broken like me Can’t afford the strings that make them bleed That keep me sane Quiet my brain We slip through the cracks like drops of rain Blown out eardrums exploded like tempers From a lovers quarrel or best friends ripped at the seem A now broken team Just forgotten plot points from our adolescent dreams But please, keep me around I wont let you down I’m so disappointed with myself And I’m tapping out And you’re leaving now And I’m cashing out But I’m tapping out And you’re leaving now But you’re cashing out
3.
East Coast Communication We can’t relate Machines have taken over The satellites have jammed the airwaves Face to face A lack of human contact Has caused lethargic apathy We can’t communicate We can’t communicate We can’t communicate, anymore Pick up the phone Is anybody listening? I have a plan to save our species Here’s what we do Lets take a page from Bradbury But this time we destroy computers Transmissions down, go underground You’re too afraid to handle crowds Human contacts what I crave It’s what ill save We talked all night By candlelight Human contacts what we crave Just analyze Your so-called life You’re swimming through a Techno-Junkie haze
4.
Darling Daisy It’s Inconceivable How we can pull this off when You live so fuckin’ far away Far away It’s only 4 hours away Might as well be 15 light years away A journey that seems well worth it Well is it well worth it? She said we can write everyday There’s only so much space on this page To scrawl I terribly miss you I cannot live without you Anymore Darling Daisy This is isolation drives me crazy I’m shipwrecked off the shore I’m sleeping on the floor Darling Daisy Two-hundred-forty miles made me hazy We said we wanted more I’m outside your front door I cannot see what I’m looking for Mark an X, lead me to the score I finally found what I’m looking for It’s unbelievable How we’re going to pull this off when We’ve never even met The odds are stacked against us I wished on this star just because Daisy, Daisy Far Away Daisy Darling Daisy This is isolation drives me crazy I’m shipwrecked off your shore I’m sleeping on the floor Darling Daisy Two-hundred-forty miles made me hazy We said we wanted more I’m outside your front door
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The Art of Wrestling with Life It’s a matter of pride That we all have hiding deep in our chests It’s what keeps us alive A shot to the heart to bring out the best And now over time The world we live in will put you to test No ones in control Take a deep breathe & let your destiny manifest It’s the voice in our heads And the dreams of our hearts It’s the blood on our boots That sets us apart It’s responsible day and the reckless nights The art of wrestling with your life KNOCKED OUT My backs against the ropes OH NO It’s happening again 10 COUNT It’s my final fall MY FRIENDS Will pick me up again
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All Grown Ups are Pirates Getting older means getting wiser And that's okay by me The resignation of dreams Handed in responsibilities Growing up Means giving up Your heart is now dead It's all in your head Grow up just grow up and lay in your bed You'll move away to a "better" place and forget all your friends I made a promise to myself a long long time ago That no matter what we'll be singing this at every single show Grow up just grow up and be like them Trade in all your ideals for a shiny new pen To lock up all the passions you formed when you were young But it's okay; I kept them safe and left them in this song You left us all behind To go stand in line Growing up Means giving up Your heart is now dead You stand alone We stand together Getting by, living just fine Happy as can Be what you want And do as you please Do what you love and do it honestly
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We Kill Pirates It’s a state of mind that we won’t follow A set of rules designed to help us fall in line And I don’t see where’s all the glory Living in a world without stories Consumed by greed We want them dead We want them gone KILL THE PIRATES START THE WAR No expectations for anyone Benchmarks Crossed Out Live your live in your own way Do what you want, not what others say Benchmarks Crossed Out A new adventure everyday Adults and Grown ups are not the same Erase the lines Set for your life The Human Condition is no more The purpose For living Is to make connections that hit the core We want them dead We want them gone SINK THE SHIPS, STORM THE SHORES No expectations for anyone Benchmarks Crossed out Cultural Ideologies Gratification, rationality Benchmarks Crossed Out Just don’t think, be carefree That’s the pirate’s life for me
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TORN OUT Laid across the sidewalk DISPLAYED For everyone to see You couldn’t pick a better place for a sideshow A public execution of the love you had for me WE’RE LAYING WIDE AWAKE WHEN YOU’RE SCREAMING But I’m not listening WE’RE SINGING WHEN YOUR SOUL IS BLEEDING And I’m not squeamish HEY BURNED OUT Peel me out of my skin NO MORE Sleepless nights by the phone The common courtesy to let me know that you are breathing While your dragging my guts in your dust down the road
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Son of Brohaul I'm not lazy I'm not wasting time Just waiting for my body To catch up with my mind Cause I'm impatient When it's time to go And I'm ignorant Of what I don't know There's a constant struggle For definitive clarity On what success is Whatever that means Maybe the miles traveled Maybe the stops between we see The smiles on our faces From obscurity Paid the label and managers From our old guitars Tallied all the expenditures And found nothing's ours I always thought that art was something That we could create just for arts sake Without ambition I took that to heart And that's why I sing Just for the sake of it
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The Basement Song I look out over the spot We turned into a parking lot And I grow tired The days have grown too long They play their iPods out of speakers Dance music and auto tuned singers And they don’t get the joke No they don’t see the irony And there was nothing there for me Although I thought that there would be And I’m broken down and tired Thanks for the opportunity We don’t give a fuck about a market Or how we might saturate it We wrote this song to play it So book another show in your basement I find I’m thinking of home a lot And I’m drinking more than I thought And I’ve grown tired Because these days have grown too long I didn’t start a band for drugs and chicks I started it because I’m young and pissed But you don’t get the joke No you don’t see the irony Do you remember when you were 16? When the words you wrote were the main thing When you shoulder tapped for beers and You chase the dreams in your head When the show was all you needed When you sat with friends and you said…

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Originally released via Jailhouse Records then
Re-Issued by Creep Records

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released September 11, 2015

Recorded at Little Eden Studios
Engineered by Pete Steinkopf
Produced by The Jukebox Romantics & Pete Steinkopf
Mastered by Tom Ruff at Asbury Media
Artwork by Ginger Kuroishi
Additional Vocals by Bob Gibson on “We Kill Pirates.” Eric Scicluna, Zach Moyle, and “The Pete” Steinkopf

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"The Jukebox Romantics hail from downstate New York, just in the shadows of NYC. Fun, heartfelt, sweaty punk rock!"

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