The Times We Didn't Have Fun

by Diehard

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released 27 September 2011

All music by Diehard. Produced and engineered by Andrew Schneider.

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Track Name: A Very Serious Man
I was so disappointed in myself
I handed over the money as a toll for being stupid
Crossing from naive to weary
Shedding baby fat from my personality
As we grow our mistakes grow with us
Getting fat on the deadlines we haven't met
I've discovered the joke of maturing
Growing up doesn't come with age

Sometimes I hate Dylan
It's the affected voice and the triple tongued word choice
His opinions, like rings around the sun,
You only think you've seen
He just repeats back protest screams

And with great shock, I don't put up a fight
Resignation doesn't chafe as expected
This resume reads like a deathbed confession
Quarantined in the corner of IC
It seems I'll always have something to complain about
Till I whittle solace from a regular paycheck
Candidate seeks paper clips and triplicates
Twenty years of schooling and there is no day shift

I have no idea what it could mean
To have a job you'd never want to leave
I hope one day I do
So my living has some life in it too
Track Name: The Wind Blew Down My House
Woke up one morning to an unlocked door
The breeze was letting itself in
My couch was covered from dust to dust
I guess the plaster had enough

The wind was blowing through the house
Strong enough to toss me out
And from the street i saw the house come down
I hope at least the cats got out
Track Name: Barflies
I'm giving the daylight 15 more minutes and if it doesn't wake up
I'm hitting the lights and calling it a night
The pressure to change has been keeping me awake
So i'm looking for a soporific lover to knock me out any which way

The barflies are attracted to any old stupid shit talk
It's the hot air gushing from every orifice you've got

This bed suffers every shift and every sway
and it can barely stand being fucked over all day
So as a metaphor to explain your ennui
Consider the forgotten bed sheet
Hanging from the ceiling fan's blade

Your ennui
On me
Track Name: The Times We Didn't Have Fun
I was lying
This much is true
You weren't doing much better
If not through your teeth, then behind your sheets
You were lying too
Two lying liars laid out in full view

So the next morning
The second next morning
I played it tough, I was so cool
You were cold as dry ice
Laconic looks good on you
An infectious amnesia
A virulent proof

Maybe we should have
It might have been fun
Three times we didn't
More times than I'm proud of
Now we don't talk about it
We don't talk about it all
So i'm resigned to remember
The times we didn't have fun
Yeah, i'll always remember
The taste of your lip balm
Track Name: Diehard
It's all in how you approach it
Entertainment has its limits
The way my feet find cracks in the street
The routine bores the hell out of me
Like singers who fuck with microphone stands
When they need something to do with their hands
As your id breaks the fourth wall down
You'll feel as free as the day you were born

Diehard
Huh?
Diehard
There it is again...
Track Name: Punk as Love
That's not what you said between I and you to me
I'd check your memory
A fickle imprint
Nothing to recall it seems
No impressions to retrieve

A shamble of string
Tying knots but forgetting
Which one was for me

That's not what you said
At least not exactly
It's like conjuring a dream
I'm up in arms, but it's become routine
Can I please run out of steam?
Track Name: Christine
Wake up head pounding, feeling like an idiot
It's Phair to miss the boys who make love cuz they're in it
No, you're immune
You're kissing at the bar, you're hailing a car
You treat it like a game, you don't know his last name
It's too soon

You’ve gotta rack it up, rack it up to say you’re experienced
You’ve gotta pass it out, pass it out and pass out on the floor
You’ve gotta rack it up, rack it up to say you’re experienced
You’ve gotta pass it out, pass it out and pass out on the floor, and come back for more

Hey, Christine, what you want to be when you grow up?
Hey, John McClane, what you want to be when you’re old like me?
I feel so old, Christine

How's a girl like you get to be a girl like you?
Lucky, I guess
No not lucky, up to no good - you're lying
Could tease a man half to death without trying
So stop … and go
Track Name: Stationary Bike
I've replaced sex by riding a stationary bike
I get around on it as much as I do in real life
Try and guess the affect it has
Hold that thought in your head longer than you'd like
Let it mingle with memories for a little while
When it evolves to optimism then let it go

I do
I do for you

Play dead in bed, see how long it takes him to know
I bet he's half way there before it even shows
He won't stop anyway, he'll just make it work for him
What floor do you live on, do you have a view?
Are other unweds there or is it just you?
Do your neighbors bake babka and watching the midday news?
Track Name: Karaoke King
Don't discount the things I'll find out
I'm judging you for everything
You nipped a friendship in the bud
Chasing tail and leaving out decency

I should have known
How naive
Young men you can't change your stripes
When her short skirt is all you need

Tied one on
Weren't tied to her
When your lechery finds a home
Those complications can't keep hold of your voracious bones
Track Name: Gold Leaf
Gold leaf and doily from the salvation army,
Who the hell do you think you are?
All that time to primp and preen
Spending sprees, new luxury
And you dress like a worn out dream

Gold leaf and doily from the salvation army
Your new look consigned from the past
Embellish on what you don't like
Cut and paste to your heart's delight
Will the last one out sound the alarm?
Track Name: Hello, Philadelphia
Don't question the format just cause things went wrong
All these little aggravations will follow us to heaven
Some things persist
The sound man was just a prick
But Hello, Philadelphia!
Hello Sara!
You're too kind!

The little things started going wrong first
It's always the little things that make the big things that much worse
They were the nuts and bolts of our plans
Driving to philadelphia in a mini-van
I thought about our genre a bit
Found it ironic how at the moment it fit
If the only people there are the other bands
Independent is a euphemism for 'no one cares'