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by The Jukebox Romantics

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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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Track Name: Living With Sin
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
Track Name: Disappointed
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
Track Name: Easy Coast Communication
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
Track Name: Darling Daisy
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
Track Name: Art of Wrestling with Life
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
Track Name: All Grown Up Are Pirates
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
Track Name: We Kill Pirates
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
Track Name: Spilling Your Intestines
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
Track Name: Son of Brohaul
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
Track Name: The Basement Song
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…