Big ol' source of water Conveniently placed railroad track Adoring public standing at our back Oh, The future of power is finally here and it runs clean and green and efficiently And you can trust it in the hands of private industry Rowe Will never know What hit them What hit them When the nuclear power plant comes to town Two years of construction Before they can finally hit the lights But pretty soon it's bringing power To long New England nights Helped to life by someone who Cauterized World War II And sponsored fully By consolidated power companies Woah, Rowe's gonna grow With a budget of $52 million When the nuclear power plant Comes to town Woah, Rowe is gonna here from the New England Coalition when the nuclear power plant coms to town Oh, Rowe Will never know What hit them What hit them When the nuclear power plant Comes to town

I'm getting real goddamn sick of this bedroom I wanna trade it for a room with a view Getting sick of working this job And the constant lack of letters from you Wanna climb in my old blue sedan and Finally go find my scene Cause I just turned twenty years old But I still live like I'm sixteen Oh, I'll pack my bags and hit my lights I'm moving on with my Twenty-Something Life I'm gonna get up in the evening And stay out til the sun comes round Gonna know every cool corner of Every cool building in the goddamn town Gonna see shows every weekend And know all the bandmates too And one of these days, I swear, I'm gonna say something cool Oh, I wouldn't call it wanderlust, just my cultural birthright I'm moving on with my Twenty-Something Life Oh, I sure do love you baby, and I promise that I'll write But I'm moving on with my Twenty-Something Life I'm moving on with my Twenty-Something Life

Out of shape Out of place Running late for our meeting This afternoon Out of touch Ain't got much Just hold tight, I swear I'll be there soon Running wild in the places that nobody even goes Sending messages in a language that nobody even knows Do you see what I mean about our secret codes? When the Reckoning comes round Bring them in Let them see All the different things I've Done to me All these wounds Self-inflicted I should be evicted From civilized society Running wild in the places that nobody even goes Sending messages in a language that nobody even knows Do you see what I mean about our secret codes? When the Reckoning comes round When the Reckoning comes round

Heat rises every day See the grasses start to turn Watch the news and wonder How much of California's even left to burn? Got your letter in the mail From way down in Pahokee Sometimes I feel like my life is A Mountain Goats song from 1993 Yeah Nothing left of my garden by now Just dead peas and dried up tomato vines Yeah, the summer finally killed it For good this time And when you finally come around I will tie my mask so tight And when we do what you came here to do I'm finally gonna be alright I'm gonna be alright Woah

Rosenstock, Jeff. "Vocal Coach." By Bomb the Music Industry!. Vacation. Brooklyn, NY: Quote Unquote Records, 2011. mp3.

Well, you know you're not as good as the average person playing music. You're not even half as good as the average asshole in his basement. And why'd you pick a name as common as The Entertainment? And to that end, why would you even have a band and name it? Cause there are people out there right now who could put your shit to shame. And most of all those people, you will never know their names. Because they have the humility to not demand devotion. Posting shit on the internet. Oh, the shameless self-promotion. Why do you even try at all? Do you think only the biggest names can fall? Do you really believe there's no such thing as a bad song? Well, at lest then you're unique enough to be the only person who's ever got it wrong. Spending long nights all alone getting drunk in a motel room in a far away city that you will never go to is the ideal that you strive for every single time you pick up your fucking guitar and you make a shitty rhyme. Well, there are people out there right now who actually have it hard while you sit up in your bedroom, gazing out at your front yard wondering when the day will come when your can finally get away from the perfect life that you get to live every single day. Why do you even try at all? Does the privileged life you lead make you feel small? Do you really believe that, one day, you won't do this any more? Narcissistic, nihilistic, self-obsessive fuck like you? I wouldn't be so sure. "WHERE DOES THE TIME GO? I REALLY DON'T KNOW SEEING SIGNS OF SNOW WHERE DOES THE TIME GO?"