Crescent Fresh

by The Mondales

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The second album by St. Louis pop punk band The Mondales!

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released January 8, 2013

Adrian Barnello - Guitar/Vocals
Zach Paul - Bass/Vocals
Devin Dessieux - Drums

All lyrics by Adrian Barnello.
Artwork by Anjelica Aquilino.
Recorded at Eagleland Studios.
"Seven Hours" appeared on the "Fritz EP" originally.

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Back to kick butts in 2017.

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Track Name: CharlieBrownCore
I don't know you as well as I'd like to know you
All I know is you're too good for me, might as well not even try.
You're like a solid ten, and I'm a flailing 5.1
Sick and sad, lost and lonely, waiting for the let down.

Can't rely on my lack of confidence this time
You'd see right through that facade
Can't rely on my lack of confidence this time
You'd never fall for that Woody Allen, Charlie Brownin shit.

I don't see you as much as I'd like to see you
I hardly see you at all
All I've got are drawn-on pecs, and a goofy toothless smile
And this back glued to the wall

And there's not much there behind my eyes
Just a bitter man who never tries
Weighed down with this shattered anchor
You deserve so much better

Can't rely on my lack of confidence this time
You'd see right through that facade
Can't rely on my lack of confidence this time
You'd never fall for that Woody Allen, Charlie Brownin shit.
Track Name: Raised by Necroborgs
This song could raise awareness,
Preach dissent and right some wrongs
Or it could stand up as an anthem
Fly the flag and sing along.
I could raise up my emotions
For the entire world to hear
Or right my escapist opus, cash my check and disappear

It wont do nothing.
Cuz no one'll hear it.
It wont do nothing

But gather dust in a room, in a desk, in a shelf
That's in a town, in a city, in a state of little trust
I wish someone would ask me to play the fucking hits
"Shut up and start singing,"
Well that'll never happen.

Is anyone listening? Can anyone hear me?
There's gotta be someone, just fucking anyone.
Is anyone listening? Can anyone hear me?
There's gotta be someone, just fucking anyone.
Track Name: The Complete Idiot's Guide to Pop Punk
Try to run for cover, but they always catch back up.
Try to run for cover, but the bastards catch back up.

You know you're never safe.
You know you're never safe in your own home.
You know you're never safe.
You know you're never safe in your own home.

Try to run for cover, but they always catch back up.
Try to run for cover, but the bastards catch back up.

You know you're never safe.
You know you're never safe in your own home.
You know you're never safe.
You know you're never safe in your own home.

Try to forget about it, try to forget about it, try to forget about it now.

You know you're never
You know you're never
You know you're never
You know you're never safe.
Track Name: Athlete's Clock
Ugly man in plain white skin
Desperate homes run pathological
I can't even fathom an end
It's deplorable, fucking despicable

He says, "You know, I've never thought about it that way."
I swear he never thought at all.
I think he oughta keep his mother fucking mouth shut
Before I make him an ugly splatter on the wall.

Superficial bargaining,
Hate on collectives in your collective
One hive mind burgeoning
You love hegemony, you know your enemy.

He says, "You know, I've never thought about it that way."
I swear he never thought at all.
I think he oughta keep his mother fucking mouth shut
Before I make him an ugly splatter on the wall.

This means nothing,
Means nothing,
Nothing to you.
Might as well be speaking Chinese
When I'm talking to you.
Track Name: Art School Drama Bomb
Thinking about repercussions
Almost making me sick
This all smells like bad times,
And it's starting to stick.

Easy to know who your friends are,
When you've got none.
Easy to know where your head's at,
When you're head's always buried in the ground.

Don't wanna cause a commotion,
So get outta my face.
Too calm, too genuine,
I'm looking really, really, really out of place.

Easy to know who your friends are,
When you've got none.
Easy to know where your head's at,
When you're head's always buried in the...
Easy to know who your friends are,
When you've got none.
Easy to know where your head's at,
When you're head's always buried in the ground.

I'd say, "I'm Sorry."
But I wouldn't mean it.
Cuz I've done nothing wrong,
Yeah I've done nothing wrong.
Track Name: Seven Hours
Basking in the defeat of silence
Hands tied just thinking 'bout myself
It's been this way for seven hours
It'll be the same for seven more, seven more

I should move into the city,
Get a job in legal while I can.
I should surround myself with Yes Men.
Just so I could hear them
I could be them.

I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors,
Pills and medication
To save me.
I'm waiting till the constant stress and
Anxiety takes me away.

I know it's stupid to feel hopeless
When I've got it fucking made.
I know it's stupid to feel hopeless
But that doesn't make it better for me.

I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors,
Pills and medication
To save me.
I'm waiting till the constant stress and
Anxiety takes me away.
I'm waiting for the breakdown, doctors,
Pills and medication
To save me.
I'm waiting till the seven hour silence
Fucking breaks me.
Track Name: Purity Ring
What can I say to you?
What can I say to you?
Will you ever forgive me?
Could you ever forgive me?

Cuz now I'm living with the consequences
Of all of my hang-ups and your awkward demonstrations
Can you find it in your heart to forgive me
Even if I don't deserve it?

What could I say to you?
What could I say to you?
Could you ever forgive me?
Will you ever forgive me?

Cuz now I'm living with the consequences
Of all of my hang-ups and your awkward demonstrations
Can you find it in your heart to forgive me
Even if I give you nothing in return?

I know I don't deserve it.

What can I say to you?
What can I say to you?
What can I say to you?
What can I say?
Track Name: SearchSnake and Destroy
Going out for Football Friday night.
Fuck girls you'll never see a second time.
When you brag about it, it sounds nice.
I guess the grass is always greener on the other side.

I bet I'll never know.
I know I'll never know.
I know I'll never know what it's like.

If I sit around and think too long
I know I'll end up feeling robbed
Of my chance for youthful indiscretion
Taken by anxiety, fucked family and commitments

I bet I'll never know
I know I'll never know.
I know I'll never know what it's like.
Track Name: Basic Cable, Four A.M.
There's a laundry list of things I'd do
If I ever met you in person.
It's long, it's violent and I'm so ashamed.
Now it's four a.m., nothing on TV
Not much here to distract me
From this shell of a husk of a hole that I reside.

There's a catalog of better wordings,
Unused phrases, bolder prose.
But I've never been one to aim real high.
If I were you I'd turn and run
But I'm clearly not, cuz if I was
I'd touch myself all day, never leave the house.

I hope that I don't scare you.
I kinda scare myself.
If I don't scare you
Well then maybe we could hang out.

I hope that I don't scare you.
Although I kind of scare myself.
And if I don't scare you
Then maybe we should hang out.
Track Name: Writing About You
I've never forced myself to write before
But here I am with you today
I haven't felt alone for awhile now.
Wish I had better things to say

When I write about you
Writing about you
Writing about you

I never knew I was the sappy kind
I always thought I was so tough
Now that's a joke to you, but
It used to be the only thing I had
A blank expression meeting all situations good or bad

I've never forced myself to write before
But I think it turned out okay
No matter how awful the lyrics are
I always know what I wanna say

When I write about you
Writing about you
Writing about you.
Track Name: Talking Shit in a Knife Fight
A stable mind, a sharpened knife
You use to get your way sometimes.
You never ask yourself your moral code.
Silence speaks so loud my ears start bleeding
Like the people you cut down to get this far
I'm sure you're proud.

And I'm still laughing at you
You have the gall to wonder why.

Every night you dig your hole
A little deeper then you sit
Around and wallow in the dirt and mud.
Laughing at the consequences,
Bleating at the reprimands
Riding one big fat fucking fever trip.

And I'm still laughing at you
You have the gall to wonder why.

You fucked up everything
Now exit left and take a bow.
Track Name: Simulacrum
Saying that you're mad at the fact that you can't stand
All the assholes in your life drive you up a wall again
And you do nothing
Imitation of a man.

We could all complain, every second, every day
It's our binding creed and we're tithing away
When you pay that bill,
Imitation of a man.

I know I'm generalizing
I know it's flat-out lying.
To say I'm better than you
Cuz I do it too.

When I reminisce I just end up getting pissed
At the dick heads, jocks and conniving little kids
That ruined my life,
Imitation of a man.

Now I'm all upset, I should try to forget
The pieces of my broken head that I left behind,
Imitation of a man.

Now I'm left behind, imitation of a man.
Now I'm left behind, imitation of a man.
Track Name: Old Yeller
I could sit around and pick apart
Every word I've ever said to you and
Find a few that I'd take back,
I should have left that sleeping dog just
Lying in his cage,
Softly sleeping, locked away
But once again I failed.
No surprise to anyone.

Everything I touch just turns to shit
Like an overdone Midas reference
Minus all the gold,
Subbed in with awkward online conversations.

"How's your summer been?"
I've been locked up in a cage
That my dog used to sleep in,
Till he gained higher knowledge.
Held me up with daddy's gun
"Any regrets?" he asked for show
And I said, "Yeah, only one:"

I should have put you down long ago
I should have put you down long ago
I should have put you down long ago
I should have killed you off a long, long time ago

I should have put you down a long, long time ago
I should have put you down a long, long time ago
I should have put you down a long, long time ago
I should have put you down a long, long time ago
Track Name: You Don't Know Jack
Too many ways to say I'm bored with
Sitting around and staring at the floor
And wishing that I was alive.
Cliche songs and kitschy slogans make me feel not so alone
And I never once question my shaky ground.

I'll cheer the fuck up when I wanna
I'll cheer the fuck up when I get around to it.
I'll cheer the fuck up when I wanna
I'll cheer the fuck up when I get around to it.

Too many ways to say I'm bored with
Hearing you complain about
Your fear and doubts, wishing you were alive.
Cliche songs and kitschy slogans make you feel not so alone
And you never once question your shaky ground.

You'll cheer the fuck up when I tell yah.
You'll cheer the fuck up right fucking now, do it!
You'll cheer the fuck up when I tell yah.
You'll cheer the fuck up right fucking now, you prick.

(You guys are suckers.)