25!!! & 493 Ruth, by Bomb the Music Industry!

Bomb The Music Industry! (BTMI!), 2010. Live @ Melkweg (Amsterdam, the Netherlands), 1 December 2010. Supporting Sonic Boom Six and Less Than Jake. This is video 4 of the 8 videos that I recorded. Song titles: 25!!! & 493 Ruth. HD Quality video w/ stereo sound. Enjoy!

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L Y R I C S – “25!!!”

I walked two miles in the rain in a suit,
my feet torn up by my father’s shoes
Receipts and cards tumble out of my pocket
to the floor of the station. I still don’t have a wallet
Up a flight of stairs to Herald Square
The umbrellas of New York take up too much air
So we just walk real slow at double-arms length in unison

My mom dragged me to the doctor today,
I had a cough for a month and it won’t go away
I’ve been sleeping on floors for three hours a day
and I have no insurance, so she has to pay
I can’t talk to my friends because I’m embarrassed
that I keep sliding back down. I keep getting depressed

– We got our ideals but no way to achieve them
– We got our degree but got no means to use it
– We’re swimming in debt with no way to surmount it

– We got thirty bucks and we spend it on whiskey
– We got credit cards, so we got a new TV
– We got mobile phones but no minutes so text me

Get out of my way because I’m 25
and I still act like I’m ten!
I’m 25! I don’t learn from my mistakes
I make them again and again and again and again and again…

– 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!
Get out of my way because I’m 25
and I still act like I’m ten goddamn years old!

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L Y R I C S – “493 Ruth”

I brought a guitar
I brought a handful of credit cards
I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit that I’ll probably never use

I took 95 and then I transferred to the I-85
Took it to 441 South to North Ave. to Ruth
and I drove through my backyard

I could never understand why people can’t begin again

It wouldn’t stop raining (we didn’t have our key)
’til we met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM
They said, “From LA to London there is no other place I would rather live than here”

We had to unpack things just to get to the mattress and boxspring
Flopped it down in the center of our shiny new home,
a blue house with no cable and with no telephone
just a bottle of champagne and we popped the cork

I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen,
how people can appreciate it takes time to make something great
Yeah, I know. I’m repeating myself here
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I’m repeating myself again

Shake the shakes away
If you’re going uphill at a very rapid speed,
Soon there’s nowhere to go but down
So take the time to rise back up

I could never understand why people can’t begin again
Why people can’t apprecaite it’s okay to do something great
Yeah, I know
I’m repeating myself again and again and again