|Favourite BTMI! songs|
Just a handful, no particular order, forgetting a bunch for sure. post your favourite btmi! songs/lyrics. Or don't, that's cool too.
|1||Bomb the Music Industry!|
From Martyrdom to Star(tyr)dom
Shut the fuck up. That's enough today.
You made your point, I can't make mine and that's the way we're gonna keep it, bro.
Get out now. Get out fast. That's my only chance.
I have no skills but pleasing teenagers with a melody they'll soon forget.
|2||Stuff That I Like|
I don’t wanna be part of this Friday night or Saturday night.
I don’t wanna be part of this line for lines, long line for lines.
I don’t wanna be part of this night.
|3||The First Time I Met Sanawon|
As we get older every day feels longer and although I know I'll struggle I will do my best to never get tired
|4||Dude, Get With The Program|
And you deserve exactly what we're giving you and we're giving you nothing
|5||Side Projects Are Never Successful|
And we'll never see a city not marred by advertisements, and we'll NEVER have a future not working for those companies, and it's sure as shit not getting better so we might as well accept it now. And that really doesn't cheapen anything because, baby, we're all born to be businessmen. Every Fugazi record has a catalog number and a price tag and every independent label is selling you another goddamn product. But, NO, WE'RE not slaves to the music. Oh no, WE'RE not slaves to the company, baby.
|6||You Still Believe In Me?|
I've never been in love but I saw Brian Wilson once. I was drunk and screamed too loud over the falsetto in "You Still Believe in Me." And I thought about the way his catastrophes made everything okay Until I watched the fire fade and former dayglo embers turned to ashy greys and blacks. One exhausted triple encore, unplugged bass around his neck. I know fires don't last forever, but I need to find a match because these days, fuck, I'm tired.
|7||Felt Just Like Vacation|
And it might be 'cause I'm not alone but this vacation feels more like home than habitually checking my phone for texts I won't respond to from people I don't talk to.
We swallow our pride over piles of problems.We whine and complain but we don’t try to solve ‘em. We’re reaching for answers like nobody’s got ‘em.Get out of my way because I’m 25 and I still act like I’m ten goddamn years old!
|9||Bike Test 1 2 3|
And it gets easier as I see the double vans in our driveways, I'm glistening but I know that some day I won't even break a sweat. And it gets easier, as time goes things can only get better.
|10||It Ceases to Be 'Whining' If You're Still 'Shitting Blood'|
So write a song without a hook, remember why you wrote songs in the first place. Let's start a band, We've got nothing else to do
|11||Baby I Don't Love You Anymore|
I don't love you anymore and no this isn't some mistake. Spent 25, 35, 45, 55 nights a month I lied awake. I'm really tired of being broke. Really tired of all the shakes. I'm really tired of being ashamed. I'm gonna stop.
|12||King Of Minneapolis Pts I & II|
And it feels like heroin. I just got addicted to demanding your attention for my trite repetition. And I can't stop thinking about the first songs I ever wrote where I swore off alcohol 'cause I knew better. And I can't stop feeling like that "straight edge" shit became a cult but I'm kidding myself by believing that the bar scene is any better. And I keep writing the same damn song over again and over again and over again. and it feels like there's nothing left at all.
|13||Can I Pay My Rent in Fun?|
I was arguing with cops while I had a fake moustache on, poorly handling emotions, swimming naked in the ocean, breaking bottles all over your floor and leaving without our passports, drinking gin and Zicam until 2 AM while playing rock band, inviting myself into homes of strangers to drink all alone, leaving sweat-soaked boxers on a bar ‘cause they said “put a t-shirt on,” acting irresponsibly and trying to make a choice between a job you hate and a job that doesn’t pay.
I wanna live on a float in the middle of a swimming pool. I’m sorry, all my friends,I’d trade anything for this...I’ve always got a good book and it’s always the summer.
|15||Syke! Life Is Awesome!|
Scream it in apartment halls - Shout this shit in shopping malls - Take a ball point pen and paint the inside of your eyelids with the constant reminder: You don't own me. You don't own me.