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1.
Holy Shit 02:37
The sun was shining, I was feeling a little sick I was driving, without the music on I was smiling, it’s the warmest that it’s been heavy traffic, I saw gods and I saw shit Right past midway, I bought a tambourine drove to Harlem, to wash the car got my hair cut, it’s the shortest that it’s been melting snow banks, felt like god and looked like shit You were walking, you were heading to the pier got your hair dyed, for a new job big sunglasses, blasting Martha in your ears your supervisor, thinks he’s god but he ain’t shit We are living, making art in waxing days this whole season, kicked our ass we are climbing, for a way out of this haze in our future, do I see god or I see shit it’s just another reason to get out of the house and scream and find a new context for dreamin’, kill all of these winter feelings Gods are waiting for our answers, gods are fighting shit like cancer gods are being fucking bastards, gods are picking up the hammer and I, am figuring out, this holy hell, this holy shit
2.
Hey hey, my my, rock n roll will surely die, and it doesn’t really matter, it doesn’t really matter my my, hey hey, rock n roll will fade away, and it doesn’t really matter, I don’t know if it matters It will change and it will grow, set in stone that’s meant to roll, and our memories won’t hold much at all And I’m sure it saved our souls, but even they will one day go, one and all… and I don’t know if it matters Hey hey, my my, rock n roll was stolen by, white people in leather my my, hey hey, rock n roll was turned away, until it made some cheddar, started sellin so much better Yeah the black folks on the streets, targeted by the police, makin harmonies and beats despite it all they will watch their art get taken, commodified and put in banks and they will wonder, what the fuck still matters Hey hey, my my, Neil Young will someday die, and I don’t know if it matters, but it’s such a fuckin bummer my my, hey hey, his name will someday fade away, and no one will remember, no one will remember He can sue me for this one, but he made some killer songs, making art that stood for peace and not for war Kept some farmers on their farms, fought the corporations causing so much harm, and I’m thinking that’s what matters Hey hey, my my, you and I will one day die, and I don’t know if it matters, but I’m thinking that’s what matters, my my, hey hey, you and I will fade away, so let’s make this fucking matter, yeah let’s make this fucking matter
3.
Transitions 02:34
I got acne, my hair is thinning, at the same time and I’m slowly, learning, that I don’t mind cuz my body don’t know, whether to stay young or grow old and at least that means we got something in common I got a job, as a part time janitor but I’m working on getting something more serious I wanna use my degree, I wanna start paying my debt I wanna make my parents proud, I wanna make myself proud I want to be a radical actor I want to start taking my life into my own hands I won’t do that by sleeping in, and eating frozen pizza I won’t do that by feeling sorry for myself I need to kick it into gear I need to start on those projects I’ve been putting off I need to start speaking up against what I know is wrong I need to lead by example and write more protest songs But most of all, what I need, in this time of transitions is to look in the mirror, and sing to myself I got acne, and I’m balding, at the same time I got acne and I’m balding, and I don’t mind
4.
380 Times 02:41
Do they work, three hundred and eighty times more than you do? Do they know, three hundred and eighty times more than you do? Do they starve, three hundred and eighty times more than you do? Then why the hell, do they make, three hundred and eighty times more than you do? Well I think, this is going too far, I think they are getting away with our future, our past, everything that we once had And I work, and I like it, I haven’t had it bad so far but my degree, seems to be, worth less than the paper it was printed on And my friends, and my family, stuck working dead end jobs what did they do, to deserve it, a minimum wage barely helping at all? Pull yourselves up by your bootstraps, is what they always say they always forget to tell you, just how the boots get made They are products of thievery, of telling the poor to be grateful they are fine with you starving, as long as you’re willing and able to work, three hundred and eighty times more than they do to know, three hundred and eighty times more than they do to starve, three hundred and eighty times more than they do to make, three hundred and eighty times less than they do So I think its time to redefine, just how this wealth is spread who deserves to benefit, who deserves to be fed things seem to be getting worse, but we can still resist And I’m no master at economics, but let me tell you this: You’re worth, more than the sweat off your brow you’re worth, more than the night shifts allow your worth, is something that they can’t buy your worth, is only yours to define Because we are worth more than their dollars
5.
Waking up tired, waking up feeling like, I am completely worthless stuck in a cycle, between nothing and nothing at all, feeling hopeless the house is so quiet, the dog is so bored, I am not helping at all today sleeping so much, waking up tired, I think we’ve been through this before So I head to your house, kiss your lips, and feel whole again I am in here, I am love, I am whole again Because hope is found, in the strangest of places, in the curve of your hand, as it holds on to mine for dear life Hope is found, in the strangest of places, in the curve of your smile, as we hold on for dear life
6.
Man Enough* 03:21
Well I got called a fag, walking down the street the cars they’d pass by screamin’ at me ‘cuz I dressed punk rock, ‘cuz I wore tight pants yeah I was thirteen, I was fucking thirteen I wanted to react, wanted to break shit wanted to kick all, their fucking teeth in I had to prove myself to some fuckheads but now I realize that’s what they wanted If you’re not man enough, fucking break shit if you’re not man enough, kick some teeth in if you’re not man enough, throw some punches if you’re not man enough, you’ve gotta prove it And I’m not innocent, I’ve fucking said shit that makes me sick to my fucking stomach because the culture that I grew up in taught me to fear not looking masculine I’ve let my friends get away with jokes that would make other friends hate me I’ve let coworkers be misogynistic, anti-gay and it still bothers me I’ve had the privilege of being in the background staying quiet, staying patient Their words burn in my brain but I still let it fucking happen No I’m not innocent, and I’m not an ally until I’m being a fucking ally I have internalized so much venom and it has kept me from being queer I’ve been a coward, but I can sing That every time a kid hears a synonym of gay, the barrel of a gun gets closer to a brain yeah every time a kid hears a synonym of gay, the quickness of a bullet meets the beauty of a brain
7.
Flower 02:48
Well you were singin along, yeah you know the song, about kewpie dolls and urine stalls and the way your eyes did shine, it made me melt And growin up, you had your doubts, a destiny you had to get out of and I will never know just how it felt But now you’re finding your own way and you are fighting every day you inspire me to keep workin for change And you were cryin when you told me, but it wasn’t a surprise you weren’t like the other girls, you weren’t like the other guys You were joinin folks across America They’re letting go of gender roles You give me hope and that’s all I need You are the flower growin in the concrete And you were talkin about what you had to do, fighting off the pink or blue the way so many kids are forced to hide The growing pains, the wax and wane, finding peace in another name breaking off those chains of pickin sides And you are breaking all the rules, and you aint usin the masters tools yeah you are scarin all those fuckheads out their shoes your identity is building a better world you’re not like the other guys, you’re not like the other girls You’re joinin folks across America They’re not controlled by gender roles You give me hope and that’s all I need You are the flower, growin in the concrete There is a liberated frequency you’re sending out to me I start to look inside, oh yeah, and this is what I see a little kid who’s not afraid to like the things they like a hammer to the walls they built around our hearts and minds You’re joinin folks across the whole damn world They’re not controlled by gender roles You give me hope and that’s all I need You are the flower growin in the concrete So what I’m sayin, yeah what I mean is you’re not totally a girl, you’re not totally a guy, and that’s totally fine with me
8.
Every summer, year to year, grab the car and find my way back here open the shed door, smell the air, pull the rip cord, kick it into gear I’ve been cutting this grass since I was ten or so just like my mom and her dad and my dad and uncles I got my music and my water and my thoughts and I’ll be doin this until the ground starts to frost Ill be mowin at Grandma’s A lot has changed but a lot has stayed the same I know every corner, every ditch, and every lane the swing set and the old tree is gone there’s a garden that the local wildlife preys on from the outside, to the in never change the pattern, though some spots are getting thin the roots in the ground make it easy to trip but I always get a hug and a nice little tip I’m mowin at Grandma’s I remember, I was a kid when I ran over, the baby rabbits all I could do was yell for my dad and he took over while I cried on the stairs I started praying to god that very night afraid and in love of every precious life and I didn’t stop for ten years or so and I ain’t never told nobody that before And I know I won’t be doin this forever but damn it might as well be forever Right here growin with the weather all these memories, nothings better than mowin at Grandma’s
9.
Sleep ain’t easy once again, he lights a cigarette the flashing lights, the booms and sirens make it so hard to forget the blood of battle, the artillery yeah this is life, with PTSD and as he thinks about the friends who had to die all we can say, is happy 4th of July Yeah she’s stuck working at walmart one big sale, all today red, white and blue fills their shopping carts what she would give for one vacation day she’s paid so little she’s on welfare because minimum is not a living wage so as she cleans up all that shit in aisle 5 all she can think, is happy 4th of July and they’re sitting in their jail cells just more victims, of a war on crime we lock up more than any other they pay in blood, sweat, tears, and time there is no hope in this system they know it has never fought for them so as their court dates get pushed back another time they wonder if they’ll survive, another 4th of July and I sit at my computer just about every day and now we know they are collecting everything we do and say our freedoms are being stripped away the very freedoms we’re supposed to celebrate today so as I pick up this guitar of mine all I can sing, is fuck the 4th of July
10.
Fuckheads 02:11
I’m losing my patience, I’m losing my grace I’m getting a headache, and starting to pace back and forth, finger on temple I swear to god, I swear to fucking god This ain’t the way it needs to be, but it’s happening ignorance is driving me up the fucking wall another piece of shit, another argument another god damn free for all But we hold on strong, and move forwards this fucking world ain’t gonna change itself yeah we’re dying, but we’re fighting for even the fuckheads, yeah even the fuckheads Because every oppressor is a victim and every bully's just a kid and every murderer and jailer was once a baby in a crib Change takes time and there’s a lot on the line there’s a lot to do, so let’s keep up the pace and every time we win them over we start to change this fucked up place So let’s hold on strong, and move forwards this fucking town ain’t gonna change itself yeah we’re dying, but we’re fighting for even the fuckheads, yeah even the fuckheads We gotta be teachers, we gotta be friends we gotta be family, and make amends because no one else is gonna do this for us yeah no one else is gonna do it for us
11.
Gods 05:29
We are the gods of the new world. They will have to use whatever we leave Whether it be oceans or it be nothing Whether it be mars or an empty shell We are the gods of the new world They will have to live in what we create Whether it be peace or it be destruction Whether it be love or it be hell, or a little of both We are the gods, of the new world There is danger, there is potential Whether it be a fight, whether it be peaceful Whether it is remembered or just felt I’ve been working in the city, still living with my parents I’ve been eating a little healthy, but feeling pretty shitty I’ve been teaching English classes, to adults who teach me Spanish I’ve been growing, holding steady, but my heads been feelin’ heavy I got love, friends, a family who cares, a ridiculous dog and time to spare I got hope, about, an hour a day, I got a lot on my mind and a little to say I’ve been feeling a little fucked up, I’ve been feeling a little scared I’ve been thinking a little too much, I’ve been losing a little hair I got faith, I think, in the people I know, I gotta focus more on taking it slow I gotta fight, and breathe, and rock n roll, I gotta make this count I gotta let you know we’re Gods! of the new world and we are as infinite, as anything else Whether we be drops of blood, or we be dust They will bless us, or they will curse us, probably both Everything’s been feeling pointless, and I’m getting dragged right in I can’t look at a single image without being a goddamn cynic The world spins and I’m feelin’ sick, I think I’ve hit my limit I find strength where I can, but I’m not sure we can win it But I, am just, another fucking white boy, playing activist while I sit at a computer and I, I need, this constant reminder, that no one’s going down without a fight here Every day there’s people struggling, people fighting, people winning so that I, can keep on living, keep on breathing, keep on sinning and the advantages and the privileges afforded to me are low hanging fruit, because I’m standing on bodies Because I’m standing on Gods! of the new world I am not religious, but I’ll make exceptions I see in your eyes, a million stars the future of everything, the first ever rain We are the gods, of the new world There will be a legacy, wanted or not There is a shining light, I hope you can see it Whether it be the end of the tunnel, or just the beginning And one day they will find, whatever is left of this earth In the ash and in the mire they will find our bones they will find our histories, they will find our skyscrapers they will find our songs, they will find our home And I hope, and I pray, to the gods that are you and me that we can rest easy. And we can say We can say it was worth it! Gods of the new world I depend on you Gods of the new world I count on you Gods of the new world I pray to you Gods, Don’t let this die Don’t let it be killed Do not back down Do not sit still I need to believe I need to know That there is a point To what we call a soul holy shit

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released December 20, 2016

*Man Enough Content Warning: Addresses issues of homophobia, homophobic slurs, and violence

Davey: Vocals, Guitars (percussion on "Mowing at Grandma's")
Matt Wolek (of Praise the Sinners): Bass
Jake Joyce (of Seasonal Men's Wear/Brown Bear Records): Drums
Rigby Nix: Writing/Vocals on Fuckheads

Recorded and mixed by Paul Aluculesei
Mastered by Rollin Weary
both at IV Lab Studios (www.ivlabstudios.com)

Album photography and cover art by Amy Shelton (amysheltonphotogra.wixsite.com/amysheltonphoto)

Words and music inspired by countless friends and artists. Everything is a remix, and I would be nowhere without you.

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