The "Quit & Go Broke" EP

by Steve Subrizi

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released 15 April 2014

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Track Name: Young Shills
My roommate broke another TV set
But I'm not ready to abandon this apartment yet
I'm here to run out of money and rot in obscurity
Run out of money and rot in obscurity

I quit my gig at the lounge before they could fire me
Are there professions yet that would pretend to require me
As I run out of money and rot in obscurity?
I can run out of money and rot in obscurity

Watch us young shills sing
And buy our shirts with our faces on the sleeves
Don't you know some of us pass around petitions
For a cure to this disease?

Click here please
Hear, hear please

I've got one good intact pair of jeans
I wear them for my favorite fan, I hope she gets what they mean
She sees me run out of money and rot in obscurity
Watch me run out of money and rot in obscurity

Watch the social media feed
The brightest faces at the peak hours
It goes dead long before 4AM, but I'm still scrolling down
And scrolling down
Until my phone runs out of power

I used to think that if I wrote it right
The ghosts that I worship might return me the night
But they still tell me, "Run out of money and rot in obscurity
Run out of money and rot in obscurity
Run out of money and rot in obscurity for me"
Track Name: The Dull And The Pretty
You find them on that website
You ride them on your weeknights

You like them young and dumb and earning five times your income
I'd say it looks like it pays to be dull and pretty

Judy let you eat her in the graveyard
(And she's so pretty, so dull and pretty)
And Peter needs to bite you just to get hard
(But he's so pretty, so dull and pretty)

You don't care if they've got souls
You just want to fuck with their controls
But why would you pay to pray to the dull and the pretty?

I want to know
I want to know
I want to know, who died and made them gods?

Because they're my customers, they know my managers
(They're dull and pretty, so dull and pretty)
They headline at Toad then dine at Christophers
(They're dull and pretty, so dull and pretty)

I only love you, and to love is not to own
I just get so sick when you tell me you've been kneeling at the thrones
Of the dull and the pretty
They think they love this city
They don't

I'm going to save up all my money
I'm going to buy myself a tan and a lobotomy

I really hate the way that I think
And you already know that I'm a handful when I drink
I only want to be dull and pretty for you
Track Name: No Ukuleles
We'll find an unpopulated island
Where all the singles could live
Crates of vinyl and intoxicants
No ulterior motives
Set the law of our new land
Strict and plain:
If two singles get to coupling
They get cast away

We build a slowly leaking kayak
With two separate seats
And shove it off with the strength of our new town
Throw those two some shitty cereal to eat
Pretty soon, that kayak
Will be totally lost at sea
Nothing cute in sight for miles
They'll fell like you and me

I've got the records and the whiskey
You secure a seaworthy vessel
Our friends are all out like bad dogs
And I don't have a dog whistle
But we can find our singles' island
With the desperation of two
Nothing sweet in sight for miles
Just me and you
Track Name: The Club That Wouldn't Have Me For A Member
I should be the one rocking hearts
Instead of standing at the door taking the cover
Somewhere up the block, deep in the square
You're doing all that you do with your new lovers

While I'm a prop on the stage of someone else's idea of a good time
At a club that would not have me for a member

Whoever said that justice was poetic
Has never met a poet who works at a four-star lounge
Just to drink enough to forget that you forgot about me
Honey, I'd need every cent of every tip I could scrounge

But at least it's always some rich idiot's birthday
Here at the club that would never think to have me for a member

The one summer I was good enough for you
And you were good enough for me
The world was not so good at all
And nothing's changed

The fireworks flew
The way that fireworks do

High on the sacrificial altar for the bourgeoisies' dream of a good time
Down at the club that would never ever have me for a member
Pour one out for me if you can spare it
I'll be here at the club that will never have me