Liebensaft
03-07-2006, 07:40 PM
Anyone familiar with the band Against Me! and some of their song and album titles should get most of the references in the song. Their story is as follows: they made a few phenomenal albums, along with quite a few EP's. Then they released their newest album, Searching For A Former Clarity, which, when compared to their others, was a travesty. It's not that bad, just not up to par. Now, they've signed with Sire Records, a major label. This was the final straw for many, who were strong supporters of Against Me!'s anarchist ideals. Many fans have dubbed them sellouts and refused to listen to them anymore.
With this song, I attempted to make a mockery of those people.
Favored bands from a time not long gone
Now fortune they've found, and from my shelves they've been torn
Green in their eyes, they've failed to see
Stricken with fame, they're now dead to me
Former practicioners of anarchy
Flooding the airwaves of cable tv
Swayed by their mounting greed
I raise my glass to you....dearest Against Me!
You're losing touch, Mr. Gabel, betraying your roots
I'm searching for a former clarity not found in music video shoots
Do you remember "Crime...?" You used to give 'em hell
You really ought to reinvent yourself
Not dying for what you worked, merely being paid
Now walking is only honest every couple of days
Gaining new fans faster than they could ever be lost
You've done yourself well, Tom, but at what cost?
Role models of last week occupying the garbage can
Say so long to another once-faithful fan
Major labels and mediocre albums are where one must draw a line
I'll find a new band to like for a month before they turn into greedy corporate swine
Mr. Gabel, I sing this song for you
I used to believe the words you sung held true
Your ideals ripped and faded like your designer jeans
Can you still recall quite what anarchy means?
Former practicioners of anarchy
Flooding the airwaves of MTV
Swayed by their mounting greed
I'll really miss you, dearest Against Me!
With this song, I attempted to make a mockery of those people.
Favored bands from a time not long gone
Now fortune they've found, and from my shelves they've been torn
Green in their eyes, they've failed to see
Stricken with fame, they're now dead to me
Former practicioners of anarchy
Flooding the airwaves of cable tv
Swayed by their mounting greed
I raise my glass to you....dearest Against Me!
You're losing touch, Mr. Gabel, betraying your roots
I'm searching for a former clarity not found in music video shoots
Do you remember "Crime...?" You used to give 'em hell
You really ought to reinvent yourself
Not dying for what you worked, merely being paid
Now walking is only honest every couple of days
Gaining new fans faster than they could ever be lost
You've done yourself well, Tom, but at what cost?
Role models of last week occupying the garbage can
Say so long to another once-faithful fan
Major labels and mediocre albums are where one must draw a line
I'll find a new band to like for a month before they turn into greedy corporate swine
Mr. Gabel, I sing this song for you
I used to believe the words you sung held true
Your ideals ripped and faded like your designer jeans
Can you still recall quite what anarchy means?
Former practicioners of anarchy
Flooding the airwaves of MTV
Swayed by their mounting greed
I'll really miss you, dearest Against Me!