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So Punk Rock.

by The Michael Character

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1.
Sidewalkers 03:09
We left the clocks a'tickin' on A metronome for a slow song We don't care how or when we get there Car seat is steamin' in the sun Forget it; walkin's way more fun I've had it with technology Let's break out bonds, for once be free We won't be sold Can't bottle up the light you know, and We can't go home Well the clock keeps spinnin', that's the way it goes Slow down, distracted by the rain We'll never make it back again Been so damn long, I lost all direction Keep at it, still can't hear a sound But look at all these things we've found Not clever, resolute. A tartan suit, just doin' our own thing We won't be sold Can't bottle up the light you know, and We can't go home Well the clock keeps spinnin', that's the way it goes We won't stop being ourselves 'Till the day we dye the ground red, dye the ground red And I'll keep humming to myself The things you keep up on your shelf Hidden from public eye Fuck that, the sky is calling your name
2.
Offices!!! 01:57
All the humid air is trapped inside tonight Like vintage kerosene it burns far too bright This chair is too goddamn small and I never thought I'd receive the call The tore apart my living room and filled it up with you Then lit it all aflame just a bit too soon All the City Buses light the way tonight Immortal guardians regulating life There's not a word in that book that cannot be explained away By the natural forces that spell out your name Boldly hidden in the frozen sand When you clasp that plastic stick in hand It's destructive to the mindlessness Through the flight path of balloons Exploded by a plane just a bit too soon
3.
Dear America, look around you All the faces in this crowd are filled with doubt too But what good is a protest if you don't know what you're fighting against? The demagogues that you've gathered around Who wanna burn the White House to the ground Don't care if their positions will benefit you And it doesn't matter anyway 'cause no one seems to have a clue Please open your eyes and denounce the lies We have the capacity to do good Might sound subjective but I'd like to think it's just misunderstood All thanks to the Glenn Becks of the world Who shamelessly spread lies over the radio waves and no one every asks them to substantiate their claims But they don't need to 'cause the people listen anyway No they don't need to 'cause you'll buy their lies just the same It's so easy to see the world in black and white If the Democrats are wrong than Republicans must be right I beg to differ and I ask of all the people Dispel this silly notion now, 'cause it is lethal Instead of thinking things in terms of "us" and "them" How 'bout you do a little research, contrast, compare and then You'll find that having a well informed opinion Gives you more power than screaming "NAZI!" while the fear runs high
4.
"Have your cake and eat it too" You said to me, so endearingly With a slap to my face and the sound of your heel you were gone Down the fair porcelain corridor Cecilia, why treat me so? Twas long ago, and yet it still burns me up To think of how you left me Flat on the ground with a knife in my chest, on a plane homeward bound You speak to me like you're in a dream Just a silhouette, at least so it seems With the scent of your breath like gold cigarettes You were gone, lost down decadent alleyways Cecilia, why treat me so? Eight years ago. And clearly I see it now How lucky that you left me like a junkie strung out on political clout in an old opera house So let him be or just let him dream Like a doctor on methamphetamines Let him skip through the sky Like Lucy and I He'll be gone, he'll be gone, he'll be gone But Cecelia, why treat him so? Those seeds you've sewn will spell his end, and he'll descend alone With barely a blink and no time to think of those coriander nights he surrendered in spite of you
5.
Three quarters fell out of my pocket yesterday Upon the grid of terra cotta on the floor $6.50 for a cup of coffee and a turkey sandwich Sometimes waking up feels like a chore Down the street I'll meet you by the bus stop We can let the leaves reflect their tiresome colors on jaded faces I can't breathe when you're near me Why don't we go home? Recording all my waking hours just to find the violins are almost always out of tune I always thought I was precocious but I guess that I'm just socially inept up the wazoo
6.
Not quite broke But I don't have a job so All my money will go much too soon into Vinyl records and things that make my head hurt And instruments I'll never learn how to play Been a long time coming so I really shouldn't be surprised Spending half a day alone in a room lit only by computer light Maybe someday soon I'll learn how to be a person Who's actually worth the friendship of another But for now I'll sit quiet on a park bench And write about how I can't stand myself
7.
Capricorn 02:46
Don’t forget me lips frozen outside your apartment, waiting for a night Where we could see the endless stars and planets, like white marbles in the sky Still air surrounds, lit from but one direction Until the rain came down, and softened your inflection And it went like…and it went a little something like- Can’t think of many places I’d rather escape than Behind vast black diesel fumes afraid to be awake because Gasoline is a trend we would be Better to forget the raid and hurry home to me because Capricorn to Gemini it’s gonna be, it’s gonna be It’s gonna be, surrender to me! I’ve got a jet lag that I keep in a box On a shelf in some closet unaffected by clocks Still suspended in time it sits idly by For a day one day soon when it once again flies away Here them say Through the blanket of shouts it cuts straight like a blade “Close your eyes and disappear, No good will come from staying here.” Well perhaps that is true, but I’ll take my chances And through the smoke I’ll keep on dancin’ this way
8.
Suprises!!! 03:53

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The Michael Character's debut album. Full band. Fully punk rock.

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released June 4, 2011

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Recorded at Bolsheviktory Studio in Princeton, NJ between the summer of 2010 and the summer of 2011.
Audio Engineer: Kevin Marcoux
Mixed/Mastered by: Kevin Marcoux
Album Art by: Joey Gambatese
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All songs written by J. Ikeda except for "Fool Me Twice," which was co-written with Isaac Cheng.
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J.Ikeda: Acoustic rhythm guitar, lead vocals

Waco: Bass guitar, backup vocals,
xylophone (on "The Burden of Existentialism")

John: Lead guitar, rhythm guitar, backup vocals (on "Capricorn")

Kevin: Drums, backup vocals (on "Sidewalkers")

Special thanks to Connor Healey, who sang backup vocals on "Capricorn," and also to Lauren Marsh & Chelsea Gohd who sang backup vocals on "Urban Tumbleweed."

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It's political music, whatever. Based in Boston, MA. Absolutely willing to drive very far to play for you and five of your vaguely alternative friends in your combination kitchen/laundry room. Hit me up. I'm fully serious.

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