BOMB THE MUSIC INDUSTRY
LAURA STEVENSON AND THE CANS
SPLIT

Two new songs from Bomb the Music Industry! and Laura Stevenson and the Cans, including covers of each other's songs. Drum machines, air organs, noisy noises, the dude from that Cheap Girls band and other fun is all over this split, released in honor of their tour together. Jeff and Laura did each other's artwork OH BOY!

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1. THERE'S My Bailout!
2. A Shine to Itl
3. Halloween One and Two
4. It Ceases to be "Whining" if You're Still "Shitting Blood."

BOMB SIDE CREDITS:

All recorded, program'd 'n played by Jeff Rosenstock at 123 Graham Ave in Brooklyn, my apt. Ian from Cheap Girls sang on Bailout. Rick Johnson recorded him. Thanks, Rick 'n Ian.

LAURA SIDE CREDITS:

Halloween One and Two:

Guitar - LS
Acoustic guitar + bass - Mike Campbell
Accordion - Alex Billig
Violin - Wen-Jay Ying
Drums - Chris Parker
Trombone - Sean McCabe

Recorded by Jeff Rosenstock

It Ceases to be "Whining" ...etc:

Guitar - LS
Handclaps,tambourine, air organ - Mike Campbell

Recorded by Laura Stevenson

All songs mastered by Lazer P. Dollarz

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.

LYRICS!!!

THERE'S My Bailout!

Ever since my cell phone, I never have a pen.
And I don't speak in English, I speak in predictive text.
Ever since we got our cable, I never have anything to do.

Ever since our drop off service, I never read a book.
There's always something else around, plus I owe the library nineteen bucks.

Tomorrow I'm gonna ride my bike from the Bronx to Dyker Heights.
Leave East Tremont when it's bright.
Won't get home 'til late at night.
Yeah, that's when I'll fix my bike.
That's when I'll fix my bike.

Everything is magic 'til you can't afford the cost.
'Til you ain't got eight-hundred bucks to pay the rent.
Until you don't have twenty bucks.
Everything is magic 'til you can't afford the cost.
'Til you ain't got eight-hundred bucks to pay the rent.
Until you don't have twenty bucks.

All the perks are priceless 'til you can't afford the costs,
'til you ain't got eight-hundred bucks to pay the rent
until you ain't got twenty bucks to have a couple beers
or ten dollars for every meal
or $2.50* to ride each way
while they're cutting service on the subway.

But the nineteenth floor went up today
Penthouse and a fire escape
I sat in grass two blocks away
I watched the boats and counted planes.
When so much shit crowds up your day
It's hard to enjoy anything.
Another floor went up today
and tomorrow they'll be taking my park away.

I wanna kiss you on that crane x1000

I wanna party like I'm death row pardoned
while the freight elevators watch
'cause we'll both live to fight another day.

* This was recorded before the fare for the NYC subways/buses went up from $2.00 to $2.25. The reported plan was that there was to be a fifty cent hike in between the point when this song was recorded and when it was released so I figured I'd keep it up to date. Turns out we were slightly bailed out and it was only a twenty-five cent hike. Maybe that just means this song will be relevant in 2011 though.

A Shine To It (by Laura Stevenson)

sold my blood- to a hospital- but it wasn't very much blood so they didn't give me much money- they didn't give me much. i thought that you might like this- because it's got a shine to it- i know you like shiny things so i will try to buy it up for- and drive to you. i posed unclothed- for an artist in his home- but i couldn't hold it long enough and he didn't like my body much so he didn't give me much. i thought that you might like this because it's got a shine to it- i know you like shiny things so i will try to buy it up for you- and drive-

* It is a very fun/peculiar feeling to sing/record a song written by a friend of yours about another friend of yours, referring to a situation that you were part of.

Halloween One and Two

I am underneath.
Watch me take your life.
Watch me take your liiiiiiiiiiiiiiife.

I am overlooked.
I hear every word you say.
Watch what you say - I am underneath.
I I-I-I-I am underneath.
EEE! EEE! EEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!

It Ceases to be "Whining" if You're Still "Shitting Blood"

Sing the fucking songs you told the world to sing.
Sing it right unless you want to fail.
Listen back and punch the things that we don’t like.
You can’t do it right in just one take
Because you aren’t good enough.
You were never good enough to sing your own songs oh so perfect.

If you fuck this up, you fuck the record deal
And respect of all our famous friends.
Drift too far and it is inaccessible.
Do it right! We worked as hard as you.
And we didn’t come this far
For you to fuck this up and fuck our whole lives.

So write some songs with fucking hooks
Remember why you wrote songs in the first place.
Let’s start a band.
This is all that you can do.

Cut the cookie. Five sharp points to make a star.
Cut the corners, get the biggest tours.
Traffic violations mean bad credit now.
Twenty triple zeroes in the hole.
And it wouldn’t be so bad.
If we crashed the fucking van and watch our fucking debt go up in flames.

You know, it wouldn’t be so bad.
If we just threw up our hands instead of feeding something I did not want to create.
Your underground is a mistake.

So write one song without a hook.
Remember why you wrote songs in the first place.
Let's start a band because we have nothing else to do.
Not for a man who runs a fucking focus group.