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Cheers

by BOB LOBLAW

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1.
Foremost 00:52
Nobody gives a fuck how punk you are How much you hate the idea of a safe space All politics aside, I ain’t got room for you If you ain’t willing to be kind We all grew up with prejudice, so what’s your excuse For not trying just a little harder To learn from your brothers To love one another And maybe give one measly shit? ‘Cause nobody gives a fuck how punk you are How much you’d love to drive morals straight Into the fucking ground
2.
Don't Panic 02:44
Out of gas and out of road* Minutes and coffee to go ’Til the afternoon or morning or night turns to the next I would swear there’s absurdity In the water in these pipes Afternoon, morning and night blur and it’s an uphill fight But I’ll be saying “don’t panic” ’til the end Pint in hand, until the living become one with the land Out of sight and out of mind Shit, I just can’t seem to find A good reason not to panic And most days you could swear There’s a war on the other side Of the afternoon, morning or night The good reasons not to panic retreat into long past nights But I’ll be saying “don’t panic” ’til the end Towel in hand, even if I don’t completely understand *This line is taken from “Out of Gas” by Modest Mouse (1997)
3.
Bloomington 02:01
Had a sense of impending doom Since sometime in high school And it’s been behind every thought and every feeling So everything I do is to please And everything I do is because If all these thoughts and feelings stop at once I will have gotten what I stuck around for Had a feeling that I should move To Bloomington or Athens Since a dream I had a week ago and it’s got me checking the weather In places I’ve never been Never even visited I’ll be in Bloomington next month with my best friend And we’ll see if it seems worth it
4.
Record your surroundings Flip the ignition, hear the screech Think of your sweetheart She said, “don’t worry about me” Put back some bourbon Gears, they shift and your stomach does the same You don’t know where you are But the wheels, somehow, are still turning Mountains and rivers Reasons you left in the first place Folks from your hometown Giving you the shivers You no longer feel the urge to masturbate Because you know where you came from And now you’re in another state And you’ve run low on petty hate The only thing you’ve left to your name is a quarter tank Serpentine belt, won’t you tell me your secrets So I can feel guilty for rephrasing mine? Automatic windows, I hope that you don’t mind That I’ve been distracted trying to reset myself Carved into tables Initials and symbols Remind you of back home Her hair like exposed cables Record your surroundings Mental note: don’t try to run away from your problems Unless your interest in life’s compounding Not in completely random bursts She said, “don’t worry about me”
5.
Driving too far and too fast on not enough sleep Not enough sleep Working for a distraction - nights on repeat Nights on repeat Long drags from cigarettes, feeling best in drag More comfortable like that A little shy of living the best that we can live If there was ever a destiny If there were ever meant to be any meant-to-be’s The writers would have killed me off by now, don’t you think? Losing sight of friendships and love - talking way too much Way too much Whenever drinking is involved - nights on repeat Not enough sleep Been a minute since either of us felt irreplaceable Or even unique A little shy of leaving the bedrooms we call home If there was ever a destiny If there were ever meant to be any meant-to-be’s The writers would have killed me off by now, don’t you think?
6.
A cold Wisconsin death A Tully bottle clutched in frozen fists A nightmare and pipe dream, both at once A reason to fear the future And every trick it’s got stuffed in its sleeve A reason to stay and a better reason to leave A puddle that was ice And that Tully bottle got smashed straight across the pavement That dream I was having lingered into waking hours Is it good or bad that I’m losing the ability to think straight or remember a goddamn thing? A crack in the sky A sunbeam that sliced through a cloud A nagging hope that interrupts the hopeless that tends to surround A noise that only quiets After a lifetime of being way too loud And the thought of a cold Wisconsin death that keeps our feet on the ground Where I am right now is not where I want to go down I don’t want to die when it’s this cold out
7.
I named my car Delusional Thinking So it would finally get me somewhere Today it got me to a Taco John’s up in Eau Claire Of course, there’s beauty everywhere else, too But I would totally write home about this booth I named Compassion my god So I could have a good excuse to believe Today I saw god in a cyclist down by the lake Of course, there’s god in everyone else, too This land is our land just as surely as it is our tomb I named my car Delusional Thinking So it would finally get me somewhere Today you know I’m trying extra-hard to care Because the end just might come any day now Perhaps a little sooner than we’d like to think
8.
When I will accept that not knowing what I’m doing is the greatest gift that I have been blessed with? Probably by the time I’ve found something to do besides rethink my same thoughts and reread that same book… Not that I’m not grateful for that When will I accept that sleep deprivation is the cheapest high that I’ll find in Madison? Probably by the time I achieve caffeine LD-50 or maybe by the time I regularly sleep a full nine hours… Not that I’m not grateful for the sleep that I do get But when these wheels stop turning, I pray it’s ‘cause the engine’s burning And when I’m through with yearning for a larger, less controlled fire I hope it’s because I’ve realized that I’ll never stop learning And I want to say “thank you” for letting me learn the hard way this time When will I accept that even when I make the wrong choice, I can still choose how I think about it? Probably by the time my prefrontal cortex is in a Woodman’s lost and found
9.
Counting the cyclists booking their asses home before the storm Counting the seconds passing leisurely ’til the weather’s warm Counting on someone else to get me through hard times - can’t count on myself Counting on no one else to get me through - gotta learn to count on myself and sheer coincidence Breaking the rules ain’t as exciting as it was when you were young - when the rules weighed twenty tons But breaking expectations is still a simple pleasure to live for - shatter them right across the floor(!!!) Counting the seasons rushing by, no time for a conversation - no hellos, no goodbyes Can’t count on no one else to get my by - gotta learn to count on myself
10.
Backseat 04:16
I’ll play Hello Rockview and put back a forty ‘Cause it’ll make me feel like I’m sixteen again If you ain’t scared of the future, then what are you scared of? I’m asking for a friend Time moves faster every second spent not-sleeping It used to take months to notice, but now it’s weeks So I’ll play Hello Rockview and lay down in the backseat But goddamn, I’m not ready to fall asleep No, I know, you’re wrong again - it’s true But if you came out right every time, you wouldn’t be you No, I know, it’s just part of being human And goddamn, I’m feeling awful human today I’ll never claim to know much about purpose After all, I spend a lot of nights at work And on my nights off, you can find me at the Tip Top The best nights are the ones where Nick doesn’t work They used to be spent driving two-hundred miles northwest But what’s important is that the wheels are still turning Wherever they land, I think I’m gonna lay in the backseat Even if I’m not ready to fall asleep No, I know, it’s just part of being human And goddamn, I’m feeling awful human today

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released February 29, 2020

Recorded and produced by Calen William at Ashley's.

Cam sings and plays the instruments (besides trumpet).
Robert Horne plays trumpet on tracks 6, 9 and 10.
Maggie Denman sings on tracks 5 and 9.
Adam Flottmeyer sings on tracks 6, 8 and 10.
Alex Kaiser sings on tracks 5, 6, 8, 9 and 10.
Alejandra Perez sings on track 10.
Jules Streufert-Wold sings on tacks 6, 8 and 10.
Calen William sings on track 9.

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