Hate Will Keep Us Together

by Joy Subtraction

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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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Track Name: Joy Division
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
Track Name: I Feel Like Frank Stallone
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
Track Name: Nice Things (This Is Why We Can't Have)
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
Track Name: On Our First Date, Our Bodies Went From Aroused To Awkward After A Failed Attempt At Sexual Congress (There Was No Second Date)
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
Track Name: Spill My Blood
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
Track Name: Hey, Who's That Bell Tolling For? Oh, Shit!
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
Track Name: My Androgynous Ex-Frankenspouse
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
Track Name: Waterloo (Not The Abba Song--This One's Way Worse)
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