Self Care

by We Are The Union

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released October 1, 2018

All music & lyrics written by We Are The Union
Everything on ‘Self Care’ was performed by We Are The Union, except:
Additional vocals on track 7 performed by Stacey Dee
Additional vocals on track 10 performed by Nick Riggs
Additional vocals on all tracks, except track 5, performed by Jon Graber
Additional vocals on all tracks, except track 5, performed by Vincent Walker
Trumpet on tracks 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 performed by Vincent Walker
Trumpet on track 3 performed by David Miller
Tenor & Baritone Sax on tracks 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 performed by Chris Carbajal
Accordion on track 12 performed by Jon Graber
Synthesizers on tracks 5 & 11 performed by Jon Graber
Gang vocals performed by We Are The Union, Jon Graber, Kenny Schwartz, Ian Abel, Jessica Lamat, & Vincent Walker

‘Self Care’ was recorded at Splendor 2 (North Hollywood, CA), Industry Ave Recordings (Pico Rivera, CA), & The Ship (Los Angeles, CA) from December 2017 to April 2018

Personnel:
Jon Graber - producer, recording engineer, mix engineer
Reed Wolcott - assistant recording engineer, assistant mix engineer
Alan Douches - mastering engineer
Chris Graue - videographer

Art, layout, & design by Justin Gray
Cover photo by Eden Kittiver

Thanks to all of our backers on Kickstarter, especially the following “THAAAAANKS” level backers:
Ben Thompson, Mike Mason, Michael Mello, Yuji Sata, Adam Mandarino, Caroline Raymond, and Guest 191877730 (who didn’t fill out the backer survey yet...tsk tsk)
Thanks to these fine folks, and the 633 other amazing individuals who backed the ‘Self Care’ Kickstarter, we are living proof that independent musicians can define success on their own terms and find creative ways to bring the music directly to the fans. We hope you love this record half as much as we loved making it.

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Track Name: Post-Ironic Sinkhole
Been staring at my phone for weeks, the future never seemed so bleak
Quite comfortable with constant conflict in what I do and write
We roll our apathetic eyes
We flash our gin and tonic smiles to forget
Our take on adulthood is just barely scraping by
Count all the reasons that I still have feelings to make sure that I still have feelings
A post-ironic sinkhole that I just fall in and die
I feel defined by advertisements, social media, and the Donald Trump meme you said was funny, but Donald Trump is never funny

And I hate this
How I capsize when we contrast
I’m all bite with no attack
And I hate this
How I romanticize the past
Cause I’m never going back

Every day is difficult when you’re stuck in your head
A million voices screaming in a fight you can’t defend
Been staring at this screen for weeks, the present never seemed so bleak
Forever lost in my apartment, alone among my friends

And I hate this
How I capsize when we contrast
I’m all bite with no attack
And I hate this
How I romanticize the past
Cause I’m never going back

But we feel safe
Glowing light on vacant faces
Glorifying daily paces
And we feel safe
Glowing light on vacant faces
Embellishing our rodent races
We feel safe
When we dissasociate

Why can’t I put my phone away?
It doesn’t mean anything
Why can’t I put my phone away?
Why can’t I put the glow away?
It doesn’t mean anything
Track Name: A Better Home
I’ve been sleeping with the TV on
Just loud enough to drown out all my thoughts
Cause lately I can’t think without panic chasing me
Stare at the ceiling, count pounding heartbeats

Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you now
With your seven skeletons?

I know how it feels to get stuck
Lonely, melancholy, nothing makes you give a fuck
But if our stubborn bones can grow new on their own
Then we can change ourselves, and build a better home

Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you now
With your seven skeletons?

Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you now
With your seven skeletons
The darkest clouds part overhead
What do you do now
With your seven skeletons?
Track Name: What's Wrong With Me?
It’s just waking up
At eleven o’clock in the morning
It’s every bill piled underneath
A compact disc bought ironically

It’s that sinking feeling
The constant uncertainty
Burnt out eyes and wonder-whys
Apathy and “dead inside”

I’m just trying to explain
Why nothing feels that good to me

Can’t escape the way I feel
Why do I keep
Running away when life gets real?
What’s wrong with me?

It’s just waking up
At three in the afternoon
Short on time and short on rent
Haunted by your future death

It’s the constant nausea
The “never good enough”
It’s staying up all fucking night
To watch bad sitcoms that you don’t like

I’m just trying to explain
Why nothing feels that good to me

Can’t escape the way I feel
Why do I keep
Running away when life gets real?
What’s wrong with me?

I’ll always be unsatisfied
I’ll always be one step behind
Tired lungs exhale, reset the mind
It’s when you realize
“You’ll never get used to it, you just have to live with it” and get by

I’m just trying to explain
Why nothing feels that good to me

Can’t escape the way I feel
Why do I keep
Running away when life gets real?
What’s wrong with me?

*Justin Pierre
Track Name: End of Daze
Empty cans, plastic cups, self-esteem, and other throwaways
6 AM disaster struck
Beer-stained walls in the hallway
And Paul doesn’t want to clean it up, clean it up
He wants to go to breakfast, leave the mess for the next tenants
He says trouble exists with or without us, with or without us
So just forget it and just

Party ‘til the end of the world
‘Til the end of the world

On the way to the diner, leaking oil, burning gas
Weary lungs feel a bit tighter, sterile soil and barren wastelands
And Paul won’t admit it’s us, admit it’s us
Cause he knows he could lose his job where he makes life harder for immigrants
He says doomsday is next with or without us, with or without us
So just forget it and just

Ignore the changes in the weather
It’s just a cycle, it’ll get better
And 97%, well it ain’t a sure thing
If it tells you something you don’t want to believe, so

Party ‘til the end of the world
‘Til the end of the world
Track Name: My Death
I just want to think about my death a little less often.
Track Name: The Way It Was
Go shine your ghost light
Illuminate this empty room
It always felt right
All the time I spent with you

Everyone moved on
Now I’m a phantom in the night
Cut loose
Rear view
And I know

It can’t be the way it was
It can’t be the way it was
Way it was back then

Marley’s chained you to your desk
To live the same day again
I was foolish thinking youth was not a story with an end

It can’t be the way it was
It can’t be the way it was
Way it was back then
It can’t be the way it was
It can’t be the way it was
Way it was back then

We never do anything
But sulk and feel sorry
And I don’t belong
We never do anything
Last night when you called me
I turned my phone off
Track Name: The Long Way (feat. Stacey Dee)
We were islands soaked in solitude
Joined by the tide, we pushed back and we outgrew
If you told me the highway would wear your tires through
Then I’d go back and take the long way with you

Warm cans of Steel Reserve in a basement
Sweat-stained singalongs and discontent
Bound together by not fitting in
Punk rock songs and teenage stress
We were freaks, we were kids, we were miscreants

We were islands soaked in solitude
Joined by the tide, we pushed back and we outgrew
If you told me the highway would wear your tires through
Then I’d go back and take the long way with you

In bars that reeked of piss and alcohol
Choking on mothballs in legion halls
Found a place where we belonged
With each other we were strong
We were kin, we were rebels lost without a cause

It’s a lump in my throat and a longing for the mitten state
An infinite search for a past that I can’t recreate

We were islands soaked in solitude
Joined by the tide, we pushed back and we outgrew
If you told me the highway would wear your tires through
Then I’d go back and take the long way with you
Track Name: For Good
I’m doing fine despite my own best efforts
I always catch myself standing in my way
Reinvent this breath with ashes
And burn the part of me afraid to fail
A cloud of smoke to dissipate
No more closed doors on westbound trains

When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye to the rust belt paradise

I’m doing fine despite my own best efforts
I build a mountain on every sand dune I climb
Goodbyes at sunrise, before I run out of time
To grow a spark of hope into a wildfire
Watch it burn across the countryside

Time to go before I waste away
No more closed doors on westbound trains

When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye to the rust belt paradise
When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Two decades and a half tell me to go and not look back
I feel my patience wearing thin when the cold comes creeping in
It’s not the place, it’s not the faces
Something inside me
A restlessness inside my head tells me it’s time to leave
It’s not this place, it’s something inside me

When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye to the rust belt paradise
When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
When I leave, I leave for good
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Track Name: Out of Patience
All out of patience, all out of care for fucking racists
Keyboard warriors, anonymous down in the basement
Tires thin out as you lose control and spin out
The seeds you sow come back around

You’ve got it wrong
You’ve got it wrong
You’ve got it wrong
You’re on the wrong side of history

“Pride not hate,” you say, yeah right okay
But the rest of us are laughing loud, you’re nothing to be proud about
Tires thin out as you lose control and spin out
The seeds you sow come back around

You’ve got it wrong
You’ve got it wrong
You’ve got it wrong
You’re on the wrong side of history

The past celebrated how the scales were weighted
But I’ve got a match and some gasoline
We’re gonna burn it down
Track Name: Fake World (feat. Nick Riggs)
A small world on a real big planet
Overworked, eternally in transit
Strung out on retweets and attention
A dopamine drip in your pocket

Woah oh oh
Can we put it all to bed?
Woah oh oh
Can we focus on each other instead?

Tear down the world
And build up the people around you
Tear down their fake world
Build up the people around you

It’s an exploit of psychology
Pulls the puppet strings of our insecurities
They’re farming us for the engagement
Selling our loneliness for advertisements

Tear down the world
And build up the people around you
Tear down their fake world
Build up the people around you

3 billion brains addicted to the same drug
Isolation by design, plugged in and pacified
It’s in the small changes gone unnoticed
But if we can turn it off we can create all that we want in this moment

Tear down the world
And build up the people around you
Tear down their fake world
Build up the people around you

Tear down their fake world
Track Name: Surfing on the Waves of Depression
Every word from you, everything
Is a gift left unwrapped by me
My soul sings in sonnets, but my mouth is sewn shut
I’m the bud who forgot to open up

I could blame music, or blame the road
The truth is my circuits overload
But still every wire, and every vein
Must serve its purpose in the pouring rain

I’ve always been this way
The garden’s colors eventually fade away

When I get frustrated every harmless observation gets me down
In endless television on a permanent vacation all alone
I hold the triple crown

Monday every reason the birds might sing in my eyes was a mystery
On Tuesday I sang so loud, that I couldn’t come down
Like my wings never felt the frozen ground

I’ve always been this way
The songbird’s colors eventually fade away

I’m going surfing on the waves of depression
I’m gonna ride like I don’t know how to swim
I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more
Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore
I’m going surfing on the waves of depression
I want to try but don’t know where to begin
I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more
Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore
Track Name: Self Care
Watched everybody else grow up
Felt like disappointment incarnate
Had a beer and a week-old donut for breakfast
Spent all day in the apartment

Stop, you’re stuck in it again
Stop, put a record on and get outside your head

Bought a brand new fancy french press
Phoned a friend and we talked together
Sent a “fuck you” tweet or a hundred to the president
Baby steps to getting better

Faked a smile at my own reflection
Wrote a song even though it felt stupid
Skipped out on work and we watched Bojack on Netflix
Went for a walk and watched the sunset

Stop, you’re stuck in it again
Stop, put a record on and get outside your head

It’s not your fault when you get sad for no reason
(Why can’t I put my phone away? It doesn’t mean anything)
(I’m going surfing on the waves of depression)

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