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The Internet Ruined Everything

by Whitney Lockert

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thriftwithmilesk Intricate guitar melodies, sweet but biting lyrics, and a beautiful baritone
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Used to have a pretty good attention span, When I got bored I went out and ran The Internet ruined everything. Used to be able to concentrate, Used my imagination to... The Internet ruined everything. Used to know how to get from A to B, Now I need Google Maps to tell me. Used to go out and have a lot of fun, Now I come home, plug in and I’m done. Used to have a girl sometime somewhere, Used to talk to ladies, I used to care (refrain) The Internet ruined everything. Seen a million pairs of boobies now And yours just don’t do it for me somehow. (refrain) Damn you, Al Gore, What’d you have to invent it for? Used to read books and be real smart Now you’ve got Wiki, so why even start? Used to be able to procrastinate, Now we’re always in touch and it just can’t wait. Used to think I’d get a record deal, Now people don't buy music, they just steal. Used to have friends over to sit and chat, Now I’m stuck with dicks on chat roulette. On my birthday I used to get phone calls Now people just write on my facebook wall. Damn you Youtube, Turning me into a boob. Used to think everything would be ok, Now I’ve got streaming news all day. Used to be able to move on with my life, Now I know which ex-girlfriends are somebody’s wife.
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Well I’m getting older without a wife I been getting older all my life Tell me if it’d be all right If I stay here with you? People come and people go, Some go quick and some go slow, I guess sometimes it’s hard to know What town you should live in. I don’t like the songs I write But I guess I’ll just keep on triying Even though the money’s tight, ‘cause I don’t like yours either. I think I stole this melody from your dad, But I don’t think that he’d be mad, Because he always said the boy ain’t bad, I love to hear him play guitar. Anybody can make a living But what’s the point if you’re not giving Somebody something they can grow up with You gotta let go sometiems. Well I don’t know how I got here, How did you get over there? Nothing’s free and nothing’s fair, Sometimes I wish I didn’t care. Sunny days are few and far, Hardly ever see the stars, Spending too much time in bars, That’s living in the city. Well I don’t know but I been told You never slow down you’ll never grow old But someday we all turn to mold And I thank god for that. Home is someplace in my dreams, Far away and warm it seems I only hope that there might be Somebody waiting there for me. Well I tried to write a happy song But once again somehow I went wrong But maybe you can sing along If you like it anyway.
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I can't focus on the things around me I'm okay 'til my thoughts come up and drown me I'm afraid overanalyzing's what I do. I think and think until it hurts me Sometimes I think somebody cursed me I'm afraid overanalyzing's what I do. If I fall in love with you, what are we gonna do? Are we gonna get married, too? Will all my friends like you? Will our wedding guests get along? Will we wanna dance to the same song? Did I say something wrong? I try to stop, but I'm always getting carried away These thoughts are running through my mind all day I'm afraid overanalyzing's what I do. If I fall in love with you, what are we gonna do? Are we gonna get married, too? Will all my friends like you? Will our wedding guests get along? Will we wanna dance to the same song? Will you sleep on my side of the bed? Was it something I said? Am I taking this all too far? Who gets the house, who gets the car? Did I do something wrong? I think, I think, I think I think too much.
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Here I go breaking your heart again Just want to make a new start Here I go breaking your heart again I’ve made it into an art. You’re so young and I feel so old You’re so warm, but I’m so cold. Here I go breaking your heart again Guess I’m just playing my part. Sorry if the things I did led you on Sorry if you don’t really like this song. Here I go again. I try and try to make up my mind But I can’t decide if you’re my kind.
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Why NY? 04:29
Why do we live in New York? It’s dirty, it’s cold, and we’re broke The subway is some kind of joke, So why do we live in New York? Why do we live in New York? We can hardly afford to go out The fun spots are all shutting down As the yuppies take over the town Why do we live in New York? California is sunny and warm, And life was so easy before We decided to move to New York. You spend the whole day on your feet As cars whizz by you on the street You walk and you walk and you walk, Through endless crowded city blocks And everything costs twice as much Except pizza, that's only a buck Then again it might make you upchuck On the train when you've run out of luck Why do we live in New York? It’s true the rent is too damn high Things you see just make you want to cry, It’s a struggle now just to get by. It’ll be under water soon But hey whatcha gonna do? We can see by the neon moon And enjoy a week of nice weather in June. Everyone’s walking too fast, Pushing and shoving right past This whole city just smells like ass, It’s all just too much fun to last. So why do we live in New York? We must all be insane I think you can damage your brains By living too long in New York.

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released September 15, 2017

Produced by Quinn McCarthy and Whitney Lockert
Recorded at the Creamery, Brooklyn, NY

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