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Cassette Tape Circa 2097

by Sour Note Symphony

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1.
_it will be fun 01:11
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(spoken) wake up you've got things to do well, not really just pretend go get dressed no, not that one not that one that one feels weird okay you can get back in bed now music time it will be fun I promise
2.
Am I Dead Yet? 04:03
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am I in bed or in a coffin? am I dead or just depressed? lay here still like Rigor Mortis I'm not sure what living life is am I dead? or just pathetic? folded arms across my chest formaldehyde running through me take the picture while I'm at my best preserve your image of me while I'm pretty too weak to live and too scared to die so I'll live like a corpse while I build up the guts to try my organs are failing my eyes are grey and foggy skin slip, blood drip, time for an autopsy so am I dead or still alive? are you sick of all my sad songs? tired tropes and irony no one wants to hear about your weekend just like no one wants to hear about your weeping tired eyes and predictability folded arms across my chest formaldehyde running through me take the picture while I'm at my best preserve your image of me while I'm pretty too weak to live and too scared to die so I'll live like a corpse while I build up the guts to try my organs are failing my eyes are grey and foggy skin slip, blood drip, time for an autopsy so am I dead or still alive? am I dead yet? am I decaying? am I dead yet? and are you praying? that I'll get better folded arms across my chest formaldehyde running through me take the picture while I'm at my best preserve your image of me while I'm pretty am I dead yet? am I decaying? am I dead yet? and are you praying? that I'll get better
3.
Bringing Back Long Song Titles To Evoke Some 2000's Nostalgia 03:22
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going nowhere we're going nowhere welcome to the sour note symphony the guitars are out of tune and the singing's out of key that's a cliche thing to say if you wanna be indie can't pander if the audience is empty the radio is unrealistic I'll aim for a couple hearts blood and death is overdone and satire's a subtle art join me in my pity party join me in my self indulgence going nowhere we're going nowhere going nowhere we're going nowhere now Simple Plan is intellectual compared to me hate me like you hate Weezer if you're gonna hate me nostalgia's a device and I use it all the time love me if I shout "867-5309!" the radio is unrealistic I'll aim for a couple hearts blood and death is overdone satire's a subtle art join me in my pity party join me in my self indulgence going nowhere we're going nowhere going nowhere we're going nowhere now the Y2K nostalgia market's getting over saturated let's bring back the 60's but make it nice and modulated I'll be Kellin Quinn and Twiggy minus the notoriety the past is pretty cool but lets try some variety the radio is unrealistic I'll aim for a couple hearts blood and death is overdone satire's a subtle art join me in my pity party join me in my self indulgence going nowhere we're going nowhere going nowhere we're going nowhere now going nowhere we're going nowhere going nowhere we're going nowhere now (fade out)
4.
Four Walls Devoured By Paper 02:11
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four walls devoured by paper the plaster lined with stamps and last years monthly calendar he's taking a toll on that printer running out of blue ink 'cause he likes pictures of the water but he never liked the beige paint he chose for his walls he doesn't know why he picked it all those years ago so he covers it up with all the things that make him happier his four walls devoured by paper (eins, zwei, drei, vier!) 18x24 poster of his favourite band and tickets from the concert when he saw them in Oakland a birthday card from his dead grandmother he tries to keep it safe 'cause he'll never get another he still doesn't like the beige paint he chose for his walls he doesn't know why he picked it all those years ago so he covers it up with all the things that make him happier his four walls devoured by paper posters, pictures, polaroids sketches of the smoky sky and autograph he cherishes from some half-dead famous guy playing cards, autumn leaves collectibles in special sleeves three guitars that he can't play he'll learn it all another day (oooh ooh ooooh) four walls devoured by paper the plaster lined with stamps and last year's monthly calendar a brand new card from his dead grandmother he found it in the mail even though she's six feet under and he never liked the beige paint he chose for his walls he doesn't know why he picked it all those years ago so he covers it up with all the things that make him happier his four walls devoured by paper
5.
Google.ca 01:12
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a lump in my throat no voice commands searching in the search bar shaking, sweaty hand I don't want your hotline I don't want your help I do want it, actually just tell me how to kill myself Google.ca help me out you helped me with my math homework now help me figure out how to tie a noose where to cut my veins what to tell my family how to ease the pain I'll say it's fascination I just like biology I like knowing what happens when you swallow bleach or bathe in electrcity some things speak for themselves like my search history so Google.ca say goodbye for me
6.
I Don't Know What I'm Doing 00:38
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(Instrumental)
7.
Keep It PG 02:15
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you gotta keep it PG, you gotta leave a pretty corpse nobody wants to hear the gunshot they just wanna see remorse 'cause they've got their own shit, don't have to deal with yours we'll deal with your tragedy when you're in the morgue give up, give up and leave a pretty corpse shut up, shut up and leave us in the dark give up, give up, leave a pretty corpse shut up, shut up! morbid things make real cute songs but you gotta keep it subtle if you want a sing-a-long keep it classy, keep it normal, keep it fit for TV nobody wants to hear about your sad reality give up, give up and leave a pretty corpse shut up, shut up and leave us in the dark give up, give up and leave a pretty corpse shut up, shut up! (on tonight's broadcast, Sour Note Symphony!) give up, give up and leave a pretty corpse shut up, shut up and leave us in the dark give up, give up, leave a pretty corpse shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! give up, give up, nobody likes this part shut up, shut up and leave us in the dark give up, give up, leave a pretty corpse shut up, shut up! (shave your legs before you slit your wrists wear a cute swimsuit when you drown this fall put on some makeup before you tie that noose do your hair up nice to bash your head into the wall)
8.
Lab Rat 02:08
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break into my skull to rewire me I am your lab rat girl I am your murder scene grabbing hands covered in plastic snapping onto wrists elastic privacy and trust? yeah, only in your dreams eat your pills and take your dinner otherwise the walls get thinner all that you can smell is bleach made of baking soda and vinegar watch me explode as you stir am I just a sheet of info? numbers, letters, audio use your x-ray vision to stare at me while I sleep seven different medications every week a new prescription wait 'till you give up on me (no!) don't wanna be your lab rat anymore am I a patient, a subject, I am human no more you gave me sympathy for frankenstein will you let me go if I scream and cry? don't wanna be your lab rat anymore don't wanna be your lab rat anymore am I a patient, a subject, I am human no more you gave me sympathy for frankenstein will you let me go if I scream and cry? don't wanna be your lab rat anymore
9.
My Throat Hurts 02:20
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(Instrumental)
10.
One Word 02:17
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when I was in the first grade I was known for being shy I was quiet and a doormat people talked I didn't reply and that would be my reputation for the next six years until I started being a bitch to everybody out of fear I'm not shy when I was in the fifth grade everyone thought I was smart was it my race or my math grades or the fact that I liked art everybody wanted help with their work but in the end they saw me as a tutor and never as a friend (if it sounds like I'm complaning it's 'cause I am) I'm not smart I'm not shy I'm not smart in case you hadn't noticed gifted kid burnout hit me hard just one word keep it simple keep it simple, keep it simple that's all you really knew of me when I was in the seventh grade the kids all called me emo they meant it in a bad way I didn't really mind though I started cutting class just to show that I took risks all that really came of it was "hah, show me your wrists" (it only happened like once so I'll let it slide) I'm... kind of emo I'm not shy I'm not smart in case you hadn't noticed gifted kid burnout hit me hard just one word keep it simple keep it simple, keep it simple that's all you really knew of me I'm not shy I'm not smart in case you hadn't noticed gifted kid burnout hit me hard just one word keep it simple keep it simple, keep it simple (when I was in the first grade I was known for being shy I was quiet and a doormat people talked I didn't reply and that would be my reputation for the next six years until I started being a bitch to everybody out of fear) I'm not shy I'm not smart in case you hadn't noticed gifted kid burnout hit me hard just one word keep it simple keep it simple, keep it simple keep it simple
11.
Pain Is Beauty/Beauty Is Pain 03:05
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he spend his nights on the mural on his wrists the paintbrush is the razor's edge and the canvas is his skin she hasn't eaten in days, she's fragile weak and thin her skin covers her bones like a sheet draped over a cage and- no no one's gonna kiss your scars and tell you you're a homesick angel stop using cutesy metaphors to describe being suicidal you want to describe it like a dark, cold winter night but it's more like a public washroom's strobing, fluorescent lights it's not quirky or cute television is a lie people not understanding that will be my 13th reason why not romantic or demonic not a monster or a lie not a hashtag aesthetic or a slogan for your clothing line no one's gonna kiss your scars and tell you you're a homesick angel stop using cutesy metaphors to describe being suicidal you want to describe it like a dark, cold winter night but it's more like a public washroom's strobing, fluorescent lights pain is beauty, beauty is pain sickness in the public eye is it taboo or adorable? make up your pretty mind you're not a victim or a saviour you've just got a complex is it taboo or adorable to be hanging by your neck? (tts) it's not gonna be some beautiful scene a damaged girl lying in a bathtub filled with her own blood they'll find her body all bloated, all discoloured and gross and at her funeral her mother won't be able to look in the casket because, well, water is not good for corpses (pain is beauty, beauty is pain) no one's gonna kiss your scars and tell you you're a homesick angel stop using cutesy metaphors to describe being suicidal you want to describe it like a dark, cold winter night but it's more like a public washroom's strobing, fluorescent lights pain is beauty, beauty is pain sickness in the public eye is it taboo or adorable? make up your pretty mind you're not a victim or a saviour you've just got a complex is it taboo or adorable to be hanging by your neck?
12.
Rockstar 02:45
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the year is 1963 and the very first cassette tape was just metaphorically birthed a few years later some guys in a band they got a few extra minutes to prove they can shred they've got a stupid band with a stupid name made of made-up words that all kinda sound the same so they pick up their guitars and make a really long eight minute solo in a seven minute song 'cause they wanna be cool they wanna be the best they gotta prove it to themselves and mostly to the rest wow that guy's real fuckin' cool! he's got really fast fingers but he's kind of a tool his guitar's got a lot of extra strings and he's probably as high as the lead singer sings 'cause he cool (cool!) he's a rockstar he's better than you in any way you can imagine he's cool (so cool!) he's a rockstar he makes girls drool yeah he's cool the electric guitar is always turned up to ten overshadowing the drummer and even the fans he doesn't need their admiration he knows he's the shit he's known that fact since their very first hit it was a song about drivin' real fast cars 'cause he's a highway star, a highway rockstar! (nice reference) fueled by testosterone and a need for speed forget the rhythm section 'cause he's the lead he knows that he's cool he knows they're the best no need to prove themselves now that they've finished their set wow that guy's real fuckin' cool! he's got really fast fingers but he's kind of a tool his guitar's got a lot of extra strings and he's probably as high as the lead singer sings 'cause he cool (yeah!) he's a rockstar he's better than you in any way you can imagine he's cool (yup!) he's a rockstar he makes girls drool yeah he's cool but rockstars get old too 65 and irrelevant to the youth his bandmates retired out in florida so he's alone and he's angry wow that guy's real fuckin' cool! he's got really fast fingers but he's kind of a tool his guitar's got a lot of extra strings and he's probably as high as the lead singer sings 'cause he cool (cool!) he's a rockstar he's better than you in any way you can imagine he's cool (so cool!) he's a rockstar he makes girls drool yeah he's cool he's a fucking rockstar no Justin Beiber a fucking rockstar don't you get it!? a rockstar! a rockstar! a rockstar, rockstar, rockstar!!! (...sure)
13.
The Aftermath Of Blocking All Your Friends 03:25
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I'm sorry that I blocked you all, that wasn't very nice of me don't blame you if you block me back 'cause you're supposed to save that for enemies my stupid brain's got me conviced you'll all hate me to the end and I don't deserve you anymore I should never have hit send I still spend all my days idolizing guys in bands haven't gotten any better even though we've made amends I'm braindead if I think you'll still like me after this just so tempting to take you out of my life with just one little click (oooh ooh ooh oooh ooh oooh ooooh) losing you all slowly just like I've done before will you be gone before the snow falls or will I? I can replace you all with robots but it just won't be the same lonely was much more fun in July another night, another dream that it's two-thousand and eighteen again my hair is still long and brown and I don't frown at the sight and sound of you losing you all slowly just like I've done before will you be gone before the snow falls or will I? I can replace you all with robots but it just won't be the same lonely was much more fun in July and it's just so hard to think that you're all gone losing you all slowly just like I've done before will you be gone before the snow falls or will I? I can replace you all with robots but it just won't be the same lonely was much more fun in July (oooh ooh ooh oooh ooh oooh ooooh)

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13(?) tracks of naive cynicism, packed together neatly thanks to a little time travel.

Apologies for:
- Trying to sing notes that I can't
- Quite a few cringey or just plain bad lyrics
- Too much reverb on vocals
- Getting off beat and not fixing it (?????)

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released December 10, 2021

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Grape-cough-syrup-flavoured, hospital-admission-warranting, electro-pop-rock

Kelly - vocals and guitar
Jeremy - drums
Unspecified - bass and synthesizers

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