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by Mr. NEET

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released February 5, 2015

All songs written, produced and rendered mechanically reproducible by Nigel "Tyler" Stevens and Joel "Billy" Glidden (hereafter referred to as "Mr. NEET")
Gang Vocals by our dear friends at Goofhaus (friends are "terrible")
"Enough" originally released on Cut the Shit Vol. 3 and produced by Mike "Cutshit" Cunnane
"Song U Sing 2 Dave" uses samples taken from "Hey, Dave" by The Rattlesnakes and "Song U Sing 2 Me" by The 500's
"Nobody Emails David" is about our friend David
"Everything Sucks" is a parody of Have Fun The Band (friends "are" terrible)
All the songs were recorded in a plumber's workshop which was torn down to build a clown college
All bands we have collaborated with have broken up
Maybe those things are related, I don't know
Our next album will be slightly more serious
It's already written, we just keep forgetting to record it
Watch out for "New Enclosures", coming to a Bullmoose "Used" section near you
Cover photo by Sofia Proia
Live Photo by Dan Aceto
No computers were used to make this record, except to record it, and also if you consider a synthesizer to be a type of computer
Please send money or bolt cutters
Copywrong Mr. NEET, 2014. All rights deferred.


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Squawk+scroll, boop+beep, synth rock band in Portland ME.

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Track Name: No "Friends"
"Friends" are terrible

A violation of contract
When befriended under signs as
“Terrible” subjects

Is to refuse to strike fear
of an honest exchange
producing garbage people
who hold hostage conversation

Can't afford much
when bonded to them
'cause they burgle your soul
and call themselves "friends"
I say

No dump trash

Everyone hop in the dump truck
And don't touch the screen on my laptop
We've got a job to do

It would be a lie
If I didn't tell you
That violators will be sacrificed
Take a look at the sign it says

No dump trash

We could say something
I guess (but I would be lying)
With cool distance
I guess
We could stay in debt
I guess (but I would be lying)
We'd stave off arrest
I guess
We could stay in bed
But then I guess that

I would be lying

No dump trash
"Friends" are terrible
Track Name: Animals, Etc
an animal’s
Skull & Bones
scattered on a

ballroom floor
paid in full

you know it’s Greek to me
forget Diomedes:
‘til they cut November 17th

(So) To IMF:
I am effing
tired of

privatized needs,

despite the fact that we
see through the dopamine
sayin’ “Hey have you got a minute?”

Christmas comes but once a month
For welfare queens and pensioners
Lady Liberty gets a boner
Everybody becomes a loner

Your tax dollars fly through the air
In cafeterias everywhere
You fucking wish she had a million kids
Gotta spend money to make more children
Track Name: Generic Intensifier
God loves beer and wants it to be happy, so He created Man.
If you wanna know how I pace myself, imagine a nun slapping my hand.
A guy bought me a drink and it repeated itself without much difference.
The intensity is important: beyond that, I don't have much preference.

I corrected the stranger's grammar, then politely turned down his offer.
I have to work alone if I want to be an unreliable author.
And the bars downtown can make your apartment feel like the suburbs,
But commiserating with friends while sober requires too many adverbs.


Do you remember what I said five minutes ago? I don't know.
Do you remember what I said last night? That's alright

This is the fucking guy that I'm talking about: this guy right here
(Gradients of intensity express themselves, then disappear).
And I fucking hate that, but in what way? I don't know.
I've just been working a lot lately, and I figure it's my weekend, so...

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