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Hate Will Keep Us Together

by Joy Subtraction

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1.
Joy Division 04:31
Joy Division And they line up in my mind’s eye nightly And I wind them up, then I dress them down Morning finds them past the pale, unsightly Shorn of tresses my anesthetized toy dolls As I cock a pistol pulled from leather Medals weighing my Teutonic tunic down Tear tracks gleam on skin so alabaster Furrows ploughed in my anesthetized toy dolls Woah oh oh Woah oh oh While the bombs fall
2.
I Feel Like Frank Stallone A friend of mine got famous A friend of mine got rich I got a lot to be grateful for But still feel like I’m losing it I feel like Frank Stallone There’s a girl I used to know Used to draw fliers for our shows Turns out she could really sing She’s more successful than I’ll ever be And I feel like Frank Stallone So glad, so glad, so glad I don’t look like Frank Stallone Decades later I’m still paying my dues While I’m at it guess I’ll pay yours, too My life is hitting the skids A fuck up bigger than the Bay of Pigs I feel like Frank Stallone Thank God I’m not Frank Stallone
3.
Nice Things (This Is Why We Can’t Have) I never understood why people like Sonic Youth I tried to be a fan, but I guess I’m too obtuse—right! Chose passion over business so I make no money And I hate the rich! hate the rich! so fucking poor is all I’ll be I never thought of you, that’s why we’re in this mess I’m majorly, desperately self-obsessed, so depressed So fucking sorry ’bout what I said last night I’m a brutish, nasty pig, but I gotta win the fight This is why we can’t have nice things This is why our love is shot through with gangrene A toxic limb bloated with disease Prognosis: amputate beneath the knee Mad at life, hard to love Unlike the mighty Flag we could never rise above This is how relationships fry In American culture, where good taste goes to die My passion’s writing songs that nobody likes to hear Never made no money, got this ringing in my ears I never thought of you, that’s why we’re in this mess I’m majorly, desperately self-obsessed, so depressed This is why we can’t have nice things This is why we can’t have nice things
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This is awkward This is awkward for us I thought you knew this Knew this about me What to do now? What to do about it? Let’s pretend now Nothing happened Don’t feel obligated to look me in the eye (Even the best of us feels that way sometimes) Don’t feel so frustrated, I’m sure it happens all the time (Even the best of us feels that way) This is awkward This is awkward for us I didn’t know that Didn’t know about you What to do now? What to do about it? Keep pretending Nothing happened Don’t feel obligated to look me in the eye (Even the best of us feels that way sometimes) Don’t feel so frustrated, I’m sure it happens all the time (Even the best of us feels that way) I lost my concentration; you lost track of time (Even the best of us feels that way sometimes) Well, it’s not so complicated, everything’s just fine (Even the best of us feels that way sometimes) You were knocking around my door Betcha never again You were rocking around my door Betcha never again Caught you knocking around my door Betcha never again Caught you kicking around my door Betcha never again
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Spill My Blood Spill my blood Spill my blood I can hear the chatter I can hear the chatter Evaporate Evaporate as my loved ones scatter As my comrades scatter My manacled My manacled Bloody ankles Bloody ankles Drive them away Drive them away Hypnotized Hypnotized Fevered, favored lovers Fever-flavored lovers Ejaculate Ejaculate So much clever cover So much clever cover But canny me But crazy me Code breaking Code breaking Strips it away Strips it away Hey, so there you go In my mind’s daze So cold, now you glow Give a game away Sunburst smile in a photograph A pregnant moment right before you laughed But I fear where this thread ends With paranoia and the death of friendship I know where you go In my mind’s haze So cold, now you glow Give your game away Sunburst smile in a wedding frame No trace of heartache, no trace of blame But I fear how this song dies With recriminations and bald-faced lies
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Hey, Who’s That Bell Tolling For? Oh, Shit! Do you wanna glow? Do you wanna slay? Can you conjure cold? Manufacture fray? Can you bleed for free? Can you not ask why? How bold you grow! Can you lock and load? Live a Blitzkrieg lie? 10,000 U.S. bombs dream through the night One million souls scream through a hole in the sky Do you wanna lead? Do you wanna stand? Do you wanna bleed? Out on the sand? Can you fall in line? Can you mute the sound? How cold you grow! Can you come back home? Face the nightmares down? 10,000 U.S. bombs dream through the night One million souls scream through a hole in the sky Do you wanna lead? Do you wanna stand? Do you wanna bleed? Out on the sand? Can you bleed for free? Can you not ask why? How sold do you feel? Are you locked and loaded? Ready to kill or die? 10,000 U.S. bombs dream through the night A million souls scream through a hole in the sky You know it; you knew when you took your first life Those pricks with flag pins sold you on lies
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My Androgynous Ex-Frankenspouse When I was lonely and couldn’t find a date I headed down to my garage And there I created an androgynous mate Out of parts from my brother’s car But I was never much of a handyman And I was never good with tools My lover lost a leg, lost both its hands Never made it past the honeymoon This is just like my life More like my ex-wife It always falls apart Always chills my heart Makes me want to kill you all I tried so hard to reattach its head But I ran out of super glue And its broken heart really broke my heart Love can be so damn cruel Now I’m weeping, and its parts may rust But I can’t quell the waterworks If I can’t find a way to make this damn thing work Might just have to go berserk Nothing I can do right I’ve been wrong my whole life It always falls apart Always chills my heart Makes me want to kill you all Keeping to myself again Weeping to myself again Shying to myself again Dying to myself again One thing I have to confess I never bought it a dress Never gave it a tie So sad it had to die Faithless, I’m faithless Faithless, Out of love Faithless, I’m faithless, I’m faithless
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Waterloo Now you change My point of view Go from dual gaze To solo view McCartney or Lennon? Mould or Hart? I refuse to make that choice While everything falls apart And my world is smaller now I can’t stand I’m falling down Bleeding soles, wagon trains Staggering columns, wounded wains Lamentations for the dead Every surface painted red Waterloo! Waterloo! Now it’s in those red-rimmed eyes Shattered landscapes, bloody skies There I’m framed, tortured silhouette Pure embodiment of regret There’s a scenic overlook Where I took you that day Wildflowers flourish there And the elk always graze Got empty pockets and a hanging head Nervous tics and licks and limbs lined with lead Stigmata hands and feet but they never bleed A vulture hovering, waiting to feed I don’t know, but I’ve heard tell I’m on the road, the road to hell Should I genuflect cuz I’m at the end? Or take a running leap and see about this God they claim? I took a knee and your hands in mine And I offered my best And you stood there looking so divine I asked, and you said, “Yes” This is an elegy for my life This is an elegy for my wife This is an elegy An elegy

about

Personnel:
Dave Lamothe – lucky to be in the band
Brian Polk – moderately necessary
Abe Brennan – completely unnecessary

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released August 18, 2015

Recorded in two sessions at The Blasting Room in Fort Collins, CO, sometime in 2014, I think. The years pretty much smear together at this point.

Brian wrote the music and lyrics for “Awkward” and “Frankenspouse”; Joy Subtraction wrote the music for “Nice Things,” and Brian and Abe wrote lyrics for it; Abe wrote the rest of the music and lyrics. Except for “Fun, Fun, Fun”—the Big Boys wrote that one.

George L. Blosser took the live photos.
Vanessa Gochnour took the homicidal photos.
Eric Halbourg laid this son of a bitch out.

Engineered, recorded, and mixed by Jason Livermore.
Produced by Jason Livermore and Joy Subtraction.
Mastered at BlastMasters by Jason Livermore.

Gang vocals on “Fun, Fun, Fun”: Joy Subtraction, Elaine Holmes, Ken Conte, and Ken’s mom.
Backing vocals on Nice Things: The Beach Boys of Despair.

All songs © Money Money Money Music (ASCAP). Except “Fun, Fun, Fun,” © Pappa Cool Thang (B.M.I.). (p) Sailor Records.

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