Life's So Hard

by Marc With a C

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A somewhat satirical lo-fi album about "those damn kids".

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released 01 August 2006

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tags: pop four track fun geek pop indie pop indie rock lo-fi twee Orlando

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Marc With a C was born at a very young age. He's been making lo-fi nerdy pop jams for about twelve years now, and his latest album is called Motherfuckers Be Bullshittin'. He's been featured in Wired magazine, has won the Orlando Weekly award for Best Indie Act in 2003, 2010 and 2011, has played major festivals such as Athens PopFest and Nerdapalooza, and his live shows are sweaty pop workouts. ... more

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Track Name: We're All Gonna Die
You might as well dance 'cause one day we're all gonna die
And you should have fun before your untimely demise
You can't avoid the cold hand of death, so you should be out there enjoying yourself
You might as well dance 'cause one day we're all gonna die

That's right, you could be richer than God, but you're still gonna die
And you don't get no online friends in the afterlife
We often forget that life is short, so come over and dance on my front porch
We might as well dance 'cause one day we're all gonna die

And that means all of the people in business suits
All the housewives addicted to tiramasu
All the french actors and Gerard Depardieu
They can come over and they can dance too
As long as they don't bring their attitude

It won't kill you to be nice 'cause you're already gonna die
So cheer up, emo kid!
It's only gonna get worse
Wait until you have to do your own taxes and your own laundry

But as for now it's all ages and admission is free
Ignore your responsibilities
If you pick up some jelly beans then you can come over and dance with me
Nine out of ten leading dentists agree
That you might as well dance 'cause one day we're all gonna die
Track Name: What The Hell Were You On?
Thanks mom, thanks dad
For building a world that i can't afford to live in
And thanks to all you other baby-boomers
What the hell were you thinking?
What the hell were you thinking?
You say you never sold out, say that you bought in
And the day I was born was the day that you stopped being hip
So thanks mom
What the hell were you thinking?
What the hell were you thinking?

What the hell were you on?
When you came up with that one?

Thanks mom for the electric guitar
When I was down on my lucks I just put it in the pawn shop
And thanks to your ideals as an ex-hippie
On a new fad diet in an SUV
I tried LSD while you explained to me
All the dangers I'd face while I was tripping
While my pupils were bigger than the national debt
They looked like saucers in the middle of my head
Thanks mom for the pep talk
What the hell were you thinking?
What the hell were you thinking?

What the hell were you on?
When you came up with that one?

Thanks dad for telling me
I could be anything that I wanted
Except for a fag
It's a good thing I'm not actually sexually attracted to men
Instead I write songs where I don't sing
I just talk
And I pretend that I'm so goddamn innovative
I act like I'me the first one to come up with it
It's like the beat poets never happened
It's like those weird Tom Waits records don't exist
And hell, Pete Townshend didn't really inspire this
Thanks dad for thinking about my dick
What the hell were you thinking?
What the hell were you thinking?

What the hell were you on?
When you came up with that one?
Track Name: Military Brat
I am so disappointed that I can barely function
I don't show off family photographs anymore
My wife is good for nothin'
Oh sure, she cleans and does the washing
And she knows I like my dinner at 1700 hours sharp
But the one thing I wanted in this life
Was the next step in the bloodline
Can't that girl do anything right?

I'll slap you right across the face
For doing exactly what I've said
I'll lock away my daughter
'Cause I wanted a son instead

You can be the perfect student
I don't care what you're doin'
All my patience and prudence is going to waste
You can go off and worship druids
My family tree is left in ruins
What should I tell my firneds in the green berets?

I'll slap you right across the face
For doing exactly what I've said
I'll lock away my daughter
'Cause I wanted a son instead
You're just a military brat
And I can't be a doting dad
I'll lock away my daughter
'Cause I wanted a son instead

I don't care about a training bra
I'll leave all that to your mother
No kid of mine is gonna get off easy

I'll slap you right across the face
For doing exactly what I've said
I'll lock away my daughter
'Cause I wanted a son instead
You're just a military brat
And I can't be a doting dad
I'll lock away my daughter
'Cause I wanted a son instead
'Cause I wanted a son instead
'Cause I wanted a son instead
Track Name: Every Single Friend
My parents bought me toysso I don't have to move out
I talk about St. Louis and complain about the south
I can only keep one firend at a time
I'm every single friend that's ever left you behind

I'm up on all the latest fads and I've seen all the films
I'll tell you about my drug days but I still can't swallow pills
When my brother was born he was dead
And you remind me of the brother that I never got to have
Because when you're out of sight, you're out of mind
I'm every single friend that's ever left you behind

My girlfriend is pretty smokin' but I flirt with other chicks
When I go to a rock show I'm the first to flick my Bic
I laugh about the bands when they go out of style
I'm every single friend that's ever left you behind

Well I ain't gonna change, no
You're better off not thinking like the doctor
I won't turn my head and cough
You've only got your balls and your word in this life

I've dated strippers, I've dated whores
I've been with your girlfriend but I still need more
I've gotta spread the seed far and wide
I'm every single friend that's ever left you behind

This isn't no confession, it's only half true
I would never betray my loyalty to you
But I'll play DJ in the car on long drives
I know you don't like this band but you've gotta give them a try
Besides, you can choose the music when it's your turn to drive
I'm every single friend that's ever left you behind

I've gotta go right now, I think I've told you too much
I don't see you as a pal, I just use you like a crutch
That helps me to ride shotgun with a path I'd love to hide
I'm every single friend that's ever left you behind
I'm every single friend that's ever left you behind
Like every single friend
Track Name: Life's So Hard
I'm so sad, I've gotta write in my Live Journal
And then you'll know my pain
I'm so low, I've gotta send out a MySpace bulletin
It's a chain letter and I'll just die if you break the chain

I'm so sad, I'm fifteen
Life's so hard, life's so hard

I got dumped by my first girlfriend
And my life's over 'cause I had to take the trash out
But I didn't so I'm not allowed to
Go to the Warped tour, I denounce God.

I'm so sad, I'm fifteen
Life's so hard, life's so hard
I'm so sad, I'm fifteen
Life's so hard, I can't go on

But the internet is there for me
When all my friends say I'm a drama queen
The internets a good way to make friends
Without ever having to talk to them

And all the kids get together and they sing...

I'm so sad, I'm fifteen
Life's so hard, life's so hard
I'm so sad, I'm fifteen
Life's so hard, life's so hard
I'm so sad, I'm fifteen
Life's so hard, life's so hard for me
Track Name: Counting Down
I want you to come over, we'll have a sleepover
We'll watch Homestar Runner and we'll play Candy Land
We could play dominoes, watch our favorite TV shows
I'm counting down the days until I see you again

You could bring your scooter, your Hello Kitty scooter
And ride it on the sidewalk and play out in the rain
We could make some ice cream, gorge ourselves on icing
I'm counting down the days until I see you again

You snore exactly like I snore, you sound just like a bear cub
Hibernating right there next to me

We went to a picnic, a sweaty outdoor picnic
I got hot and then you dumped some water on my head
I love you no matter if it's nasty weather
I'm counting down the days until I see you again

You can come over anytime, call whenever you would like
I love you and we'll always be the very best of friends
Thanks for giving me a good reason to wake up
I'm counting down the days until I see you again
Track Name: Diane Works For Ozzy
She was born in the Pembroke Pines
But there's been a shift in the paradigm
She can open mayonaise jars with just a single point
Or she can evaporate it, if she gets annoyed
And her friends don't understand the way she be
Now that her fingers can shoot out laser beams

I don't know how it started but it happened one day
While she was drawing pictures on MS-Paint
Her mom came in and said "when ya gonna do the dishes, Diane?"
She pointed and exploded their whole damned flat
So now when she gets an itch she scratches it more carefully
Because her fingers can shoot out laser beams

"How does it happen?"
I already told you how it starts
"Now what will happen?"
I can't tell you that
I'm just Marc With a C... I'm not that smart

But she went on TV with David Letterman
She blew up the studio audience
She went to a rock show and did the metal salute
And she produced some pyro that blew off the roof
That's how she got the job working for Ozzy
Because her fingers can shoot out laser beams

Now she's all rockin' because we all know that laser beams rock
She's rockin' with Dokken
If you need a light, her fingers can give you a spark

She comes out for the encore which is "Iron Man"
She lights up the room like no machine can
Well, she ain't all that pretty but don't tell her that
She will burn your ass up right where you stand
And her friends don't understand the way she be
Now that her fingers can shoot out laser beams
Track Name: Broken Record Player
I don't care if I ever get back
Or if my roommate is really addicted to smack
i've got so much music that I keep on wax
But my record player is broken

Well, I could walk to the Mobil, I could buy some beer
It's my reward for living the last twenty-one years
But nothing can reduce yours truly to tears
Like when his record player is broken

The cars are screaming down Aloma Ave
Earlier I heard two of them crash
With opposing political stickeers on the back
Now we know which one won the match
(fucker.)

But I don't care if all the voting was rigged
Or if all of UCF spontaneously bombs trig
Or if you bought a bunch of pot, but it was all stems and twigs
My record player is broken

If I took a bath, I'd just get dirty again
If cleanliness is next to godliness I've been
Living in my filth as well as living in sin
Like a Bon Jovi single that bombed again

I don't care if the sun goes out
Or if the Royal Tenenbaums plant a bunch of bean sprouts
Dylan's got nothing in my room to sing about
When my record player is broken
Track Name: What If I Can't Swim?
I went to the boat docks because the walls were bothering me
I needed answers and the walls refused to talk to me
I went to the boat docks but I couldn't see a thing
I had to jump into the water because I couldn't be cleansed by rain

What if I can't swim? What if I've forgotten how to tread?
I guess I'll find out, I guess I'll find out
When the water rushes up to meet my head

I think I left the boat dock, but I can't remember when
I didn't shed my clothes so I don't know how I left
I didn't take off my shoes, I did not remove my pants
I didn't empty out my pockets
No, the water emptied them

What if I can't swim? What if I've forgotten how to tread?
I guess I'll find out, I guess I'll find out
When the water rushes up to meet my head

I never learned to float, my body is not a boat
But it's a vehicle when it meets the undertow

If I go to the boat dock, I'm never coming back
It isn't up to me, so I've gotta watch my back
If I go to the boat dock, at least I left you this
I'll be checking up on you because I'd like to think that I'm missed

What if I can't swim? What if I've forgotten how to tread?
I guess I'll find out, I guess I'll find out
When the water rushes up to meet my head
Track Name: Music Can Heal
We've all heard that story of the sad clown who wants everyone to smile
I've been that sad clown, might think I'm kidding but you didn't really listen to my songs
I've got a soft spot for any kitty cat with a broken leg, but forget I'm allergic
Take it home and pet it, nurse it to health at my own expense
And sing 1-2-3-4-5-6-1-2-3-4-5-6

I pay attention to the little things and have fallen behind the big picture of life
I've been ignoring things of importance, now who's gonna fix me?

Someone sing me a song for once
Make the pain stop, make me feel like I'm wanted
Tell my daughter I love her
If the hurt gets too much and I drink myself to death
All these pills I've been taking at night
They make my heart sing and they're keeping me alive
But they ain't got nothing on a song
Music can heal, lyrics can kill

Draw me a picture and use every single crayon in the box
Or I'll get my ar keys and we can find a lake
And stare at the evening while laying on a blanket
It don't take much more than "Hello, how are you"?
Just a simple phone call
We don't have to make love, just hold me tonight
And let me bum your cigarettes
I'll sing 1-2-3-4-5-6-1-2-3-4-5-6

Someone sing me a song for once
Make the pain stop, make me feel like I'm wanted
Tell my daughter I love her
If the hurt gets too much and I drink myself to death
All these pills I've been taking at night
They make my heart sing and they're keeping me alive
But they ain't got nothing on a song
Music can heal, lyrics can kill

Break me in half, stitch me back up
Kiss me for luck, help me stand up
Make me a good man, a good father
Make me someone you trust
Someone fix me for once

Someone sing me a song for once
Make the pain stop, make me feel like I'm wanted
Tell my daughter I love her
If the hurt gets too much and I drink myself to death
All these pills I've been taking at night
They make my heart sing and they're keeping me alive
But they ain't got nothing on a song
Music can heal, lyrics can kill
Track Name: The Problem Is Me
Now is the time, the time is now, this is me taking a final bow
But I'm not done with living, I'm just done with this town
So let the games begin and let the credits roll
I'm not leaving yet, I forgot to turn off the stove...
Okay, I shut the stove off

So write this down in your blog:
It's time to leave, it's time to say so long
Do what you want, I'll do as I please
If you get what you give, how can I expect to receive?
I think it's everybody else, but they all think the problem is me

Take off my clothes, it's time for bed, I'm fucking shit up like I've got tourette's
But it's not all the cursing, it's just the fact that I vent
So dry off your face, it's time for work, but it's party time for the republican jerks
Well, wait a second. I heard that they stopped the war...
But my intelligence was wrong

So write this down in your blog
I walk real slow while the whole world jogs
The washer was broke so I bought Febreze
If you get what you give, how can I expect to receive?
I think it's everybody else, but they all think the problem is me

Go seek some help, get on some pills, it's a sure-fire cure for the mentally ill
I'm not addicted to them, they're just what the doctor prescribed...
It's even legal to take these suckers before I drive!

So write this down in your blog:
It's time to leave, it's time to say so long
Do what you want, I'll do as I please
If you get what you give, how can I expect to receive?
I think it's everybody else, but they all think the problem is me