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Revolutionaries

by You Won't

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1.
Untitled 2 00:30
2.
remember me, remember you among the ranks, two of a crew free as a bird to waste our time among the young, among the blind sing with me now the strange refrain of what we were and what remains look at you now, lost in the weeds mind in the gutter, ass in the breeze we men of means hung up on high cut from the tree cast from the tribe to waste away and wonder why
to make a baby and bleed it dry
3.
No Divide 02:31
born into fire, were we? I’d call it paradise without a worry to me I ran the streets at night and in that heady weather there was no you and I but now we’re bound together and there is no divide remember when you threw me the hard stuff high inside? you shot a terror through me that never did subside you know sometimes I wonder what sent us down the slide
but now we’re ten feet under, digging to the bottom in the middle of the night well you know me
I’ll be spinning in the middle hidden in another hurricane eye every time Oh could it be
that we are living out a riddle only headed for a lonely ride well I don’t mind you’re free to make your choices and free to question mine but ’til we split our voices, let there be no divide
4.
Ya Ya Ya 03:05
so your mama was a mess sometimes
took the keys away and told you you were boring well come sit and talk with me tonight
we can bore each other both until the morning so your daddy was a poltergeist
sent your little sister screaming down the hallway well I don’t know about the afterlife
but I can help you to forget about the old days you say your body is a bad punch line you’re sick of looking like a beast after a bombing well baby take a look at me sometime
let me add a little yodel to your yawning if you don’t believe me and you’re left feeling hollow tie a tooth to a tree
pull the string and I’ll follow you say your brain is like a lost land mine
one false move and you could send the children flying well I can’t think of any reason why
I couldn’t add a little dancing to your dying
5.
The Fuzz 03:12
little boy born in a subway station mom and dad gonna put him on a train shot a cap gun at the United Nations here come the fuzz, gonna carry him away here come the fuzz
get out your gun
kick out the bedroom door
and I’ll run through the night
ready to die
’til you wonder why you never see me anymore Caroline come from a good education
22 years just to whittle down her brain government siren of sweet abbreviation here come that little boy just to blow it all away here come the fuzz
get out your gun
kick out the classroom door
and I’ll run through the night
ready to die
’til you wonder why you never see me anymore don’t you wish you could be the salt of the sea
not a trophy for all that has been and will be when you’re born onto stilts you don’t stand on your feet handsome man like a little island nation bears the brand of the riddle in his brain “Can’t you find just a little consolation?” “that’s what I’m in the middle of” he sang don’t you wish you could be the salt of the sea
not a trophy for all that has been and will be when you’re born onto stilts you don’t stand on your feet
6.
Invocation 01:43
O come ye wasted children, whose praises do you sing? Whose image do you gaze on, your finger to the screen? What message to deliver, what wisdom to be gleaned? What wisecracks there to linger where my brain cells used to be? Dream on, dream on!
7.
Jesus Sings 04:18
Jesus born again in a world of play pretend, of beards and old banjos martyr made to be a teenage fantasy to claim and call your own it ain’t you babe I’m looking through you Jesus sings of otherworldly things with a larynx like a radio telephone rings with the losses and gains of his stock portfolio nothing to it you can’t refuse him oooooooo Jesus won’t you save us from ourselves?
draw a line between us and the golden cloud from which you fell Jesus walks through crowds of children who don’t know what is real screens aloft they bow down before him as he teaches them to think and feel and they are healed! Oooooooo Jesus won’t you save them from themselves? take the reins and lead them to the sounding of the opening bell
8.
Untitled 1 01:59
9.
Trampoline 03:14
up all night, counting sheep kicking legs and grinding teeth you were singing in your sleep “man, I don’t know what to believe, I don’t know about you and me” what made you strange at 17
will make you sad at 33
“It ain’t the same” you said to me “and I don’t know what came between, I don’t know about you and me” and if you’re aching for a change I’ll drill a hole into your brain watch it spiral down the drain
’til no memory or chemistry remains every night, the strangest dream where I chase you and you chase me swimming circles ‘round the sea
’til our eyes are full of salt and turning green and the bottom drops out of the trampoline and we’re back to the beginning you and me
10.
1-4-5 03:29
I was standing there broken down, wanting to cry like a Santa Claus joke on the 4th of July
but I spoke not a word and I held my head high ’til I opened my throat on a 1-4-5 and I know what you’re thinking, you don’t have to lie something always feels wrong when you tell me I’m right ‘cause I know you too well and I know what you like and I’ll bring it on home with that 1-4-5 I was counting out rattlesnakes under my bed there were twenty-five Joshuas, thirty-nine Jeffs when you start talking numbers I start turning red put a brand on my butt and a price on my head and I’ll do as you say, put my name on the line drill a hole in my brain and I’ll bleed myself dry ‘cause it’s always the same, trade a buck for a spine and I’ll tear out your heart with that 1-4-5 one day I will vanish mysteriously
to grow old and start taking things seriously with no light in my eyes and no blood in my feet I will stumble down, sputter out, stutter and squeak until sooner or later I can learn how to lie
how to say “how are you” without wanting to die when I open my throat, ain’t no sparks gonna fly just a tired refrain and that 1-4-5
11.
Little Lion 02:53
in the Kingdom of Righteousness, you held the throne you were wise as a prophet and sound as a stone
a tower of flame rising up from the ground
to devour and defame all the youngbloods around you I was shocked and chagrined, shattered and broken-hearted to find us my friend so far from where we started
the smallest offense and you clamored to see me strung up in the air like a dead Mussolini so what good have you done with your moral marauding? your dogs are all dead and their corpses are rotting and all that remains of your wasted devotion
is buried in lead at the bottom of the ocean
12.
Douchey 03:32
Douchey come and Douchey go what does Douchey want? only Douchey knows Douchey done like he did before
I was Douchey once but I ain’t no more I was seventeen when I first believed
I was young and strong, I was sad and mean and it was ten long years learning how to breathe in a bubble buried six feet deep only twenty-one, I was dead and gone
up and hung my head from the highest rung and it’s a long way down from all Kingdom Come to a mop and broom and a staple gun NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Oh when I was just a little boy, my daddy sat me down said “my son, you are a Douchey, Douchey won’t you do me proud?”
so I shunned the foolishnesses of the other kids at play
scuttled off my youthfulness and I just set out on my way
down the straight and narrow highway headed right into the sun
and when I got to New York City all the zeroes turned to ones
and I was wandering the sidewalk telling strangers where to go
I was singing like a savior in a manger all alone
’til I made myself a martyr and nobody seemed to mind
broke a window with my buttocks but my buttocks were just fine
’til I woke up in a forest with my fingers turning blue
and started serving ice cream sandwiches to men in business suits
took a look into the mirror, said
“OH GOD, what can I do to feel like a human being and not a DOUCHE?”
13.
Untitled 3 00:43
14.
“You can’t go wrong!” they told me
“Be what you believe in, and see it through”
I played along and pinned my hopes on me and you Are you gonna wait until your only ride is leaving to think things through? Before too long you’re turning green and black and blue and there’s another little snowflake crying when all his penny wishes won’t come true
but don’t you whittle down your forehead wondrin’ why I believed it too “It’s not too late!”
there was a ringing in my eardrums
some deaf old dudes just hanging on for their dear lives in old punk boots I said “you win some, you lose some, you’re bound to find a reason to hold on too” If I was wrong, then I was wrong what can I do? oh you’re not the only one who’s trying
to dig a hole through what you just can’t move oh you’re not the one and only dog who’s dying I believed it too I believed it too I BELIEVED!
15.
she was a young girl in motion another ripple in the ocean gathering up all of her force into a wave another year or four
and she was tearing up the floor
and tearing down anyone who tore into her way she was dragging like an anchor full of righteousness and rancor running down her Revolutionary road yeah, she set me straight alright
on what was wrong and what was right with all the wisdom of a twenty-two year-old loosen up, look around you
you don’t have to drive yourself into the ground you’re only young and so afraid
to see the world in all its many shades of grey she said
“I grew up with a feeling I’d be hanging from the ceiling
by the time I hit the age of twenty-five but the more that I keep breathing without looking for a reason,
the more that I am glad to be alive, and I don’t know why”

credits

released April 29, 2016

all songs by You Won’t
produced by You Won’t
with Jacob Goldman and Dan Molad

recorded at
Rocky Retreat Tranquility Farm in Littleton, Massachusetts
June 2013 - February 2015

tracks 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 12, 13 mixed by You Won’t
tracks 3, 10, 11 mixed by Dan Molad
tracks 6, 14, 15 mixed by Justin Pizzoferrato

mastered by TW Walsh

You Won’t is Josh Arnoudse and Raky Sastri

with additional performances by:

Gideon Irving: Jew’s harp on track 3, Jew’s banjo on track 7
Ewen Wright: farting trombone on tracks 5, 12
Jacob Goldman: ninny organ on track 10
Andrew Burri: castrato vocal on track 14

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