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I actually wrote this song when I was contemplating leaving the band. As the lead singer of a punk band, sometimes you feel pretty invalidated, like you're not particularly important. Because honestly, anyone could do my job. It's like retail, except instead of whore out pointless products you just scream real fast and loud. In addition to invalidation within my own band I was beginning to feel invalidated by a system I was starting to reject, but I guess I didn't feel I fit in with the anarcho punk crowd either, so apathy, and these lyrics, were the result. Keep in mind, I wrote this in high school. Hormones were pumping feverishly and all the cool kids laughed at me. I'm still not sure what I meant by the chorus. I'm no good at writing choruses.
The attempt at vocal auxiliary percussion on my part was supposed to be taken out, but it wasn't. I think it just sounds awkward and bad, but since we lost the masters, it stays. Oh well. There was also supposed to be a pretty sweet guitar lead part towards the end of the second chorus, but we never got to re-record that.
lyrics
lyrics:
I’m sick of all your messages subliminal and blatant. Pretentious metaphors to say what we’re all thinking. I don’t need a thesaurus or a rhyming dictionary cuz I’m no musician, quite the contrary. I’m a monkey with a microphone it’s a mental complication. I’m a cancer patient with an angry disposition. I’m a pseudo-anarchist with a consumer inclination to a state of apathy. I’m loosing my identity.
We don’t need no evolution. Join the pre-evolved revolution.
They think that they’re superior. They think they know it all. They step and tread on us I can't believe they have the gall to throw us into their workforce and in their hapless cubicles. Inside these walls we’re caged they treat us like we’re animals. Well I’m a monkey with a microphone with it's a mental complication. I’m a cancer patient with an angry disposition. I’m a pseudo-anarchist with a consumer inclination to a state of apathy I’m loosing my identity.
Well I’m a monkey with a microphone it's mental complication. I’m a cancer patient with an angry disposition. I’m a pseudo-anarchist with a consumer inclination to a state of apathy I’m loosing my identity. To brand names, credit cards, pay checks with triple digits. Art and life are more important than capitalist interest. Peace, love, and anarchy are foreign ideologies. All I know is apathy I’m loosing my identity.
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