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Things Could Still Get Worse

by Adulting

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Rabid Gorilla It’s hard to put into words, why I love Adulting. Ever since the first time I heard Stan (Beck) play in his previous band Bummed Out, I knew his songs were something special and that I was fortunate to be at that time and place listening. That’s how I feel listening to Things Could Still Get Worse. Like I’m lucky to be turned on to these guys. As a friend of mine likes to say, This is better than anything on the radio. Favorite track: An (Even More) Optimistic Song.
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1.
Bummer 03:50
Back in school I never learned what I needed to know Like how to get healthcare and feel like an adult Been trying for a few years now but I don’t want to anymore, So I wont Keep trying when I don’t know where to begin Gonna crawl back under a rock and keep hiding from everything (everything) Fully grown with monetary obligation And an empty bank account of my very own I’m overwhelmed by all the things I can't begin to help Been feeling like the ghost of my six-year old self Patience is such a drag Think I already knew that But I don’t know too many things Not really even sure how to say what I think And I’m meaning well, but caring less Think I’ll sew shut one of the 7 open holes on my head Get me away from all of the complexities of age Feeling twice as old as yesterday Still overwhelmed by things I cannot help Wouldn’t want a thing to do with myself Everyone’s more grown up than you And better at life too
2.
Haireditary 02:28
You left suddenly without mention But on some hereditary cue Terrified of my own age And feeling the years more and more in absence of you Offered thought to ideas of permanence Non-existent in both fact and truth Thinned out in healthy doses But at least I have pictures of myself to remind me of you My hair is everywhere Except the top of my head Won’t even last through my 20’s A few more years would do Won’t make it to see 30 And have my picture taken with you (Couldn’t tell you the year Off the top of my head Is it getting cold out sooner Than years prior had been Couldn't even start to say how Time gets away Looking in the mirror asking What the fuck is my goddamn age?) Got more hair on my legs Than on the top of my head
3.
Gonna wash away with proficiency Stay fast asleep through symphony Got lost again in the basement And convinced yourself it’s ok to be ok with it Never leave that old, worn out floral couch You can live and die in your parents house Every waking minute is it’s own ordeal And nothing’s ever spelled out crystal clear I wish you weren’t here Don’t blink, you'll wake up old and uninteresting And to think, how nice it must be to not be anything at all Stay lost in the same rooms where you spent years But you can’t go home and you can’t stay here I wish you weren’t here
4.
Recliner 03:37
Moved around the room Like it’s not a place that I ever really knew And the cracks in the paint No longer make a face like they once did And sitting still In crooked recliner chairs Doesn’t get you anywhere So I took a long trip Down a short flight of stairs Never bothered to find my feet Never really bothered to care Haven’t stepped outside In the longest while And seen the light in the sun And it’s such a nice day to give up On all that “stupid stuff” On the hope that this always stays fun On all the childish things that get hard to keep believing in Like all the bands you listened to when you were just a kid Couldn’t take everything in Finally stepped outside And it’s been a long, long while Since I haven’t seen The vacuum where you used to be
5.
I quit People, places and giving a shit... Important 'til it’s not People sure do talk a big fucking talk Agree until you don’t Can’t afford an opinion of your own Love it 'til it’s gone Something better always comes along Wound up at the start Where things happen and shit falls apart Fuck this People are neat and life’s a bitch I quit People, places and giving a shit (About anything) At least I have my flannel sheets To hold me as I fall asleep Enjoy it while it lasts Most things don’t just magically come back Even if you’re smart "Goddamnit things fall apart"
6.
Could've sworn that I was overdue To feel like all my insides came unglued All at once and just because like they always used to Almost forgot the reason I Stopped reading in to all the newspaper headlines It just makes me tired and I'd rather be high And no words in the English idiom Will do justice for what kids my age have done To the overall well-being of common conversation Glued to cellular screens Or some stupid shit no normal person ever really needs HUMANITY IS THE REASON I SMOKE WEED What a perfect goddamn day To curl up in a ball and sleep your life away You'll wake up tomorrow and you wont remember today And it's real fucking sad That no one needs half the shit they already have I'm going home to shut my eyes and smoke myself to sleep for the rest of my life
7.
Sometimes it’s nice to forget All of the things still hanging over head Places and things you won’t see While working to pay off those debts well into your sixties Don’t lie, it’s not alright Nothing’s fine, what a waste of time To be alive Sometimes it’s nice to pretend Life isn’t taking a sizable shit on your head Keep trying your very best Despite the knowledge that it still won’t probably ever be close to good enough… Sometimes it’s nice to forget even for a minute
8.
It’s never been so much fun To stay home, to stay stoned, to stay dumb The records can keep my mind Distracted from what little I’ve really done relative to the passing time Evolved enough to keep my foot in my mouth When there’s too many people already talking just to hear the sound Don’t be bothered, don’t be concerned Care as little as you already were It’s never a problem until it’s yours, and then before too soon The more that you know the less you’ll want to Looking for a reason to leave the house I still want to see the world and never leave the safety of my couch Or the comfort of the things I own Like it’s frowned upon to go out in public alone Cause lately I’ve been feeling inspired To get lost, to get gone, can you take me higher People don’t like other people in need Feeling less and less like this is actually the place I want to be
9.
Maybe I’ll just sleep for the next three months Like copper and gold won’t turn to dirt and dust just this once Lost things won’t find disrepair In the same way it’s always five minutes past quarter past four somewhere Nowhere feels too far When it’s hard to just be where you are And the muscles behind my eyes start to hurt From thinking too long about the quickest way to fall off the face of the earth The endless white wall views Make the whole world feel about the size of this one fucking room Nothing ever Is spelled out clear Fourteen feet down where... Clouds of smoke begin to occupy space And the ground beneath my feet suddenly starts to disintegrate Harping endlessly on things that won’t become Still trying to let go of what I never even had a hold of When the muscles behind your eyes start to hurt Remember that everything you love returns to dirt and things could still get worse And the endless white wall views Make the whole world feel about the size of this one fucking room I’m not here And my mind is not there
10.
Lost sight again of every seemingly insignificant little thing In the minutes that it took to adjust to the change in lighting And left no doubt that most everything doesn’t work itself out And it’s never good practice to avoid mirrors in well lit rooms Sleeping with the lights on Nothing’s hiding in the halls And everything that you can’t see Doesn’t simply cease to be In the absence of light Lost count again of the exact number of years that it’s been Since the stars above lost their shine and valid theories existed as to why It’s often, easily forgotten consequence leaving all the best Years and decades lost to the feeling in your gut; until you’re not I’ll keep pretending to sleep Just to get, just to get, just to get away from the responsibility I'll say anything most days Just to get, just to get, just to get, just to get away Could sleep through a whole year or two or three or four or more or more or more or more

about

This album is about struggling with the strong desire to lie down on the ground and kick and scream and cry because time comes for us all, eventually.

(For our more laid back friends an acoustic version of our album is also available on bandcamp fer nutin)

Adulting is:
Chris Corley- Drums
Pat Nadeau- Bass, Banter
Stanley Beck- Guitar, Yelling
Todd Casper- Guitar

Bass, vocals on track 1 & 6 by Andrew James Cash
Trumpet on track 7 by Neil Freebern
Trumpet on track 10 by Sam Chipman
Gang Vocals: Frankie Moon, Jake “Jr.” Turner, Tina Corley, Polly Forester, Adam Rowe, Pat Nadeau, Todd Casper, Stanley Beck

All music, words, references by current members of Adulting, Andrew James Cash, Adam Rowe and Amber Sinclair

Recorded at Acadia Recording Company between December ’17- September ’18
Produced by Todd Hutchisen & Adulting
Engineered & Mixed by Todd Hutchisen
Mastered by Mike Kalajian
Album artwork by Eric Legassie
Design and Layout by Todd Casper & Stanley Beck

Huge thanks to the following people; without them this wouldn’t have been the same: Andrew James Cash, Adam Rowe, Amber Sinclair, Frankie Moon, Tina Corley, Jake “Jr.” Turner, Polly Forester, Neil Freebern, Sam Chipman, Todd Hutchisen, Alice Anderson, Sarah Beck, Jimothy Casper, Vic Robinson, Dave “Rabid Gorilla” Colbert, David and all the Milikens, Jamaica, Eric Legassie, Shaun Nigro, Scott Cole, Aaron Gingras, Robin Crews, Jake Poirer, Kyle Christensen, Ray Keshel, Damon Todd, Trista Rowe, Nate Hagelin, The Corley Family, The Casper Family, The Beck Family, The Nadeau Family, to anyone I missed who should've been named and to anyone who's given our music the time of day... Thank you!!!!!

Thanks to the bands in our scene who influence us, play with/or played with us often: Suburban Samurai, Uncle Spudd, Stokin’ The Neighbors, The Long Year, Classy On Occasion, Acadia (RIP), The Restless Atlantic (RIP), Frankie Moon, Random Ideas, angusisdead, A Bird Among Men, Mikey C, Real Talk (for funding our record via pats royalties), The Keeper Class, No Good, Crunchcoat, Battery Steele, First In Maths, 10801, Pink Sock, Black Box Recovery, Wedding Camp, Cool Tara (RIP), Street Sity Surf (RIP?), Black Market Pine, Savor

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released November 9, 2018

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