POSTMODERN TRASH

by SARN

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1.
Space Cadets 03:12
I can’t go anywhere with you I can hardly keep myself in line I’m twitching and my nerves are flared I’m so anxious wanna rip my face to shreds Postmodern trash with junkie dreams and an art school grad Obsessed with living fast, curious with an excess of cash, oh no Is this how we die? I can’t go anywhere with you I can hardly keep myself in line I’m twitching and my nerves are flared I’m so anxious wanna rip my face to shreds Two blown out space cadets Tight lipped til dawn When the sun does crack they Light up like matches We’re low on milk you know? It’s almost gone Oh fuck your milk, Joe My legs are numb But we’re out of milk though But, but my cereal Go fuck your cereal I can’t feel my tongue I can’t go anywhere with you I can hardly keep myself in line I’m twitching and my nerves are flared I’m so anxious wanna rip my face to shreds
2.
“He won’t do it,” they said “I mean, come on, if you don’t do it then you’re scared” Oh all the frat boys whistled And the liberal chicks with the hairy pits they raised their fists That’s when I pissed Oh I pissed One valiant stream One for the team Wish I knew what’d come next A mass change from cheering and chanting my name Just a raging shitstorm From strangers and friends, and anonymous kids on the internet Because I pissed Oh I pissed From atop the roof Into a crowded pool I’m over it This collective hivemind groupthink bullshit What did you expect? You fuckers bet me, pressed me, dared me “He won’t do it,” they said “I mean, come on, if you don’t do it then you’re scared”
3.
Headband 03:24
Close all your bank accounts Take out all your cash Tell your mom to relax, tell your dad to get off the couch Cops are coming, scanner’s buzzing People talking, texting, paging, calling I’ll be there in a few But wait! Don’t forget the headband That’s our signature look Oh wait! Don’t forget the headband That’s what makes us cool I heard them broadcast our names Damn good description of your face Newscaster warned: avoid at all costs Beware of us Hey, I’m across the street See the cameraman? Now look left by the fence, there’s a car, that’s where I am I’m just hangin, acting cunning People talking, texting, paging, calling We should probably leave But wait! Don’t forget the headband That’s our signature look Oh wait! Don’t forget the headband That’s what makes us cool I heard we made the front page They’ve got the feds on our case In bold black print: armed and dangerous Beware of us
4.
Interlude 01:03
Sunshine, you don’t ever listen You heard my last album Told you “go tell it to…” This ain’t any different Done being passive Shut up about it
5.
FSS 02:42
Suddenly you’re gone and I am swimming in confusion Can’t understand, can’t wrap my head around the reasons why Makes no sense At this time It makes no sense Makes no sense Makes no sense Makes no sense What the fuck were you thinking of? I can see us hangin out What the fuck were you thinking when you took that last breath? This is always weighing on my mind i’ll hold back and refrain from going off Let the critics do their thing, oh they can talk I love you and I know When you’ve settled with yourself, when it feels right I know you’ll tell me why
6.
Too Much Art 01:58
Hate going to shows too many artists in the room I’m overwhelmed by the hair and ironic tattoos When raggedy jeans gets more critique than a James Jean print you know it’s time to leave Too much art in this room Too many artists in this room Too much art in this room Tryin hard in this room Once met a dude who told me with a straight face That he’d die for his art so I asked what that is He said I place colored cakes in white urinals Add a bit of vibrance to something dull Then I squint my eyes and I contemplate the odor profile as I urinate Take a step back and adjust it so, frame it with my hands in a rectangle When the piece is done, you’ll never know, I sneak out the bathroom through the back window Too much art in this room Too many artists in this room Too much art in this room About to barf in this room
7.
No Shade 03:39
Have you ever noticed there ain’t no trees in the ghetto? Have you ever noticed that there ain’t no damn trees in the ghetto? Hardly any shade Just some hot ass days in the ghetto Laid out on the lawn with a squirt gun pointed at the sun This dry heat hit me like a stampede of wildebeests, I’m fucked up Left my bike on the curb now it’s fucked up Neighbor ran it over cuz I fed his dog a cheeseburger, onion rings and a soda Told his wife she look like a blonde gorilla It’s so hot I can’t think right I’m self-diagnosed with a case of “brain is fried” It’s so hot I can’t think right A cryogenic freeze is starting to sound quite nice Took a piss on the asphalt Got distracted looking at the blacktop get blacker Failed to see the kids playin basketball Cops were called Ghetto bird Now I’m registered Fuck it It’s so hot I can’t think right I’m self-diagnosed with a case of “brain is fried” It’s so hot I can’t think right A cryogenic freeze is starting to sound quite nice It’s so hot I can’t think right I’m sitting on the couch with my tongue just hangin out I’m sitting on the couch with my tongue just hangin out I’m sitting on my tongue with my couch just hangin out
8.
My Socks 02:31
We’re so mad, we don’t give a fuck about your badge Your combative stance You’re just someone’s dad, someone’s son Don’t test us, we can turn the tables make you run Take a massive dump In police issued trunks That ain’t fun, that ain’t that ain’t fun Would you put your arms away? Let me straighten out my shirt I could use a smoke This headlock hurts Get your knees off my chest I’m a goddamn mess Gotta work in ten And then you question why you gettin no respect The whole block knows You get off on flauntin your control And if the mood gets tense We’ll call it self-defense So let’s unload, let’s just let’s unload Would you put your arms away? Call your dog off my leg He deserves a break Tell your mom I’ll be late Got no cause to be stopped But now I’m shot Have you seen my socks? Have you seen my socks? Let the record show that you were kidding when you pulled the trigger so you face no charge, who the fuck you are?
9.
Trail Marks 03:02
You can tell where I’ve been By the trail marks on my skin All the hell that I’ve seen All the things I wanna leave behind Everyone that crashes knows what love is It can set you straight Or it can put you away Pull tight and fasten Got my hands shakin I don’t care what happens Cuz pretty soon, oh I’ll be there

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Hailing from the bay area, SARN's brand of experimental pop is kissed by both a love for noise and hip hop. The results remain distinctly melodic and sweet, even when tackling tough issues.

Full album download includes lyrics.

From now until March 5th, 25% of the proceeds from this album will be donated to Planned Parenthood and another 25% to the ACLU.

This is the 5th entry in the Deathbomb Mixtape Series, preceded by releases from Ed Balloon, Lana Del Rabies, SCUMBOYS, and the 'EVIL II' compilation.

Follow SARN on twitter: twitter.com/sarnmusic

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released February 6, 2017

Crew:
John Vanderslice - Producer, Mixing, Engineer
Rob Shelton - Synths, Piano
Andrew Maguire - Drums, Percussion
Adam Hirsch - Bass Clarinet, Engineer
Carly Bond - Electric Guitar, Engineer
Sami Perez - Engineer
Laurence Wasser - Engineer
Mitch Calbert - Engineer

Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Maria Rice

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