Motherfuckers Be Bullshittin'

by Marc With a C

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"Motherfuckers Be Bullshittin' is a story told by Marc With a C.

Meet Brian, a chauvinistic twentysomething fry cook/frustrated musician living in a small Wisconsin town. When he loses his effervescent yet obsessive law-student girlfriend, Jenny Oliver, to his wanton arrogance, he dives headlong into numerous obsessions, despite her insistent pleas and her advice on how to become slightly more prepossessing. These fascinations include constant flossing, attacking people through anonymous message boards and long-winded missives to his lost love. At Brian's lowest moment, he is visited by a vision of The Great Squiddy, which leads him to the solution he's been searching for. That solution? How to fix his rather messy and unnecessarily dramatic local music scene so that it can begin a cult to worship The Great One and sing the praises of Squiddy... together."

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released 21 June 2011

All songs written, performed & produced by Marc Sirdoreus. Photographs by Patrick Scott Bell. Art layout by Chris Zabriskie. Story conceived by Marc Sirdoreus.

Motherfuckers Be Bullshittin' would not have been possible without the invaluable assistance and inspiration provided by: Domenico Marini, Anna Emilie, Emmit Dobbyn, Nicole Sirdoreus, Patrick Scott Bell, Chris Zabriskie, Lando Samuel Elliot and Todd Hunter. All praise to The Great Squiddy.

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Marc With a C Orlando, Florida

Marc With a C was born at a very young age. He's been making lo-fi nerdy pop jams for about thirteen years now, and his latest album is called Popular Music. 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: Try To Just Stop
I will one day give up on you, it could be tomorrow
I've already considered it, but I'm loyal to a fault
When your body goes out on you then I wont have to bother
With any more failed references, I can say what I want

I will try to just stop and if I succeed
Then I'm not stopping anything
That's not what "stop" means
I will try to just stop
Always trying to please
I can't keep taking into account how I make you feel

When trolling and negativity are the styles of the times?
The most punk rock thing to do is just be nice

I will one day give up on you, it could be tomorrow
I've already considered it, but I'm loyal to a fault
When your body goes out on you then I wont have to bother
With any more failed references, I can say what I want

I will try to just stop and if I succeed
Then I'm not stopping anything
That's not what "stop" means
I will try to just stop
Always trying to please
I can't keep taking into account how I make you feel
Track Name: You're My Princess
I'll take you out to a clambake
I'll take you to see Neko Case
I'll take you back to my place
I'll take you and cum on your face

I'll fluff your pillow before sex
Look you in the eye and not the chest
I'm glad you let me touch your breast
Because you're the girl that I like best
You're my fuckin' princess

I'll pay for your tummy tuck
No matter how many bucks
I will make you say "aw, shucks"
When I kiss you before we fuck

I'll fluff your pillow before sex
Look you in the eye and not the chest
I'm glad you let me touch your breast
Because you're the girl that I like best
You're my fuckin' princess

I can't get you off my mind
I've gotta get you on my jock
And I can't get you off
But I don't mind if you fake it
Because it's less work for me

I'll fluff your pillow before sex
Look you in the eye and not the chest
I'm glad you let me touch your breast
Because you're the girl that I like best
You're my fuckin' princess
Track Name: Since I Left My Baby, I Can't Stop Flossing
Stuck in a small town in Wisconsin
And I practically own stock in Johnson & Johnson
Had the blues ever since my baby left
My gums were all pink, now they're totally red

Since I left my baby, I can't stop flossing
For three weeks straight, my lonely ass
Has been all about string that's minty and waxed

Feelin' so low, feelin' so weak
All I'm doing lately is cleaning my teeth
The only distraction from my personal hell
Is paying too much attention to my dental health

Since I left my baby, I can't stop flossing
For three weeks straight, my lonely ass
Has been all about string that's minty and waxed
Track Name: Goodnight, Miss Oliver
Graphic novels on the bed, someone sleeping in your lap
You can't juggle so you confide the abilities you lack
So you've told him where you've been and where you're going to
You sketch out a picture of Billy Corgan and take off for a week or two

Now, I know that you can't hide for too long
You won't brush your hair and you hate to sleep along

But tonight?
(Tonight, tonight)
You've got instant messenger

Goodnight Miss Oliver, where ever you may lie
Since you got knocked up, I hope it's all going alright
You can live vicariously through someone else
Instead of taking off as soon as you can be yourself

I remember the stories of what your father did
And other tales that kept changing when you didn't like the end

Your brother always seemed like a stand up guy
But the rest of the saga was so fantastic, it had to be a lie
A homeless little waif in elementary walls
But anybody who looks like you can never be alone for long

Goodnight Miss Oliver, where ever you may lie
Since you got knocked up, I hope it's all going alright
You can live vicariously through someone else
Instead of taking off as soon as you can be yourself

Goodnight Miss Oliver, on this cold Texas night
A vegan bakery waits for you in the dawnzer lee light
Take care Miss Oliver, and no matter what you do
Be sure one day that your children can keep better track of you
Track Name: Why Are You Keeping Tabs On Me?
I didn't question much at first
The answers only made it worse
So now I'll ask you, face-to-screen
(As close as I can get, at least):

"Are you still someone's daughter?"
"Could hell be any hotter?"

I've been sweating out this water weight while waiting to see what you'll say

"Did you mean a word you said?"
"Were you really in that wreck?"
"If you really broke your wrist, how the hell are you typing?"

This is not what I signed up for
I don't know the deal anymore or if there was a deal at all
If you aren't who you used to be, then why are you keeping tabs on me?

I didn't ask, I don't know how
There's no right answer anyhow
The word revolved around your mouth, where everything goes sour

This is not what I signed up for
I don't know the deal anymore or if there was a deal at all
If you aren't who you used to be, then why are you keeping tabs on me?
If you grew up as you suggest, why do you keep on saying "yes"?
Track Name: I Am Going To Hit You Where You Live
I want to hurt you and change your skin
From a natural bandage to something full of rips
I want to make your brown eyes turn over to red
Branded and bedridden

You can have your own room, but I'm sharing it with you
I am going to hit you where you live
You want to be in pain, but you don't know it yet
I am going to hit you where you live

I want to scare you and you need my wants
I ought to feel guilty for all that I've done
But I can't red your cues or your facial tics
So I am going to hit you where you live

You can have your own room, but I'm sharing it with you
I am going to hit you where you live
You want to be in pain, but you don't know it yet
I am going to hit you where you live

I can tell by your footfall
You've never had a home at all
But I am here to help you, you'll have a new start
I am going to hit you where you live
Track Name: Motherfuckers Be Bullshittin'
When it all gets too much that's when I need a reminder
That it's all a test, if it's all a test
You can say it isn't real but I can always track you
Through your web adress like a cyberterrorist

If I take a walk outside then something's gonna get me
With my headphones on, when Dada's on
Take a nuaghty picture of yourself and watch it come up
In some search results, you just can't indulge

Everybody's official position is "we're safe as we've ever been"
But I don't believe them
Motherfuckers Be Bullshittin'

If you say something online that wasn't meant for me
And I'm caught reading it, you'd say I'm creepin' it
You're the one that typed it out and didn't make it private
You know the world wide web is in everybody's den

Everybody's official position is "we're safe as we've ever been"
But I don't believe them
Motherfuckers Be Bullshittin'

You can't delete a thing these days because someone has archived it
All of our regrets are totally public
You can take a break and maybe go for some fresh air
But you're still traceable through your sparkly cell phone

Everybody's official position is "we're safe as we've ever been"
But I don't believe them
Motherfuckers Be Bullshittin'
Track Name: Love My Little Squiddy
Once I was known for slingin' bean pies
I needed a way to offset my muslim ties
And the body of Christ was makin' me feel like a cannibal
Though when he's leavened, he's often times delectable

I was lost in a scary ass world and I couldn't find my way
I thought that Judaism was based on what Judy Blume said
But thanks to you, O Great One, I can finally sleep at night
And I can't wait for you to get thawed from your block of ice

Yes, I love my little Squiddy, though you're not little at all
And even though you're frozen, I can still hear your call
You took on the Megalodon just to save my wicked soul
Squiddy, Squiddy, Squiddy, rock and roll

I was a Mormon for awhile just to get my own star
I was a Rugratian with all due praise to Reptar
The necronomicon made for one sleepless night
But lately, Squiddy's been making me feel all right

I love my little Squiddy, though you're not little at all
And even though you're frozen, I can still hear your call
You took on the Megalodon just to save my wicked soul
Squiddy, Squiddy, Squiddy, rock and roll

It don't matter how he tastes, because he just wants your praise
And if you don't give it then you'll soon be shiverin' all through meetin' your icy fate
You must repent before the four horsesquids of the apocalypse
Spin their plankton covered webs all over your sins

I love my little Squiddy, though you're not little at all
And even though you're frozen, I can still hear your call
You took on the Megalodon just to save my wicked soul
Squiddy, Squiddy, Squiddy, rock and roll
Squiddy, Squiddy, Squiddy, rock and roll
Squiddy, Squiddy, Squiddy, rock and roll
Track Name: The Kindergarten Steely Dan
This bullshit pop keeps me up at night
I don't think I'm doing it right
But who's to say what's right? If it's all just record sales, then we're all fucked
I look at those that inspire me
Then I look at my own abilities
And I wonder how I thought I could ever run with the big dogs
Then I'm reminded of what's hot
It's all a checklist of all that I am not
I write my own songs, I play guitar
At least I'm showing up at all

I made a bunch of enemies
Most of which I met professionally
We should bury the hatchet
We're all leeching off of the same twelve notes
And maybe we can start a cover band
We'll be the Kindergarten Steely Dan
Most of us ain't doing too hot on our own

We're all a little misunderstood
So we could start one big ass supergroup
It's okay to have an ego
As long as everybody gets a turn
And I don't really care what songs we play
As long as everything's gonna be okay
Life's too short not to try to start your own cult once

We can split the t-shirt sales
And tell the trolls to go to hell
If they don't like it, they can play by the rules
And write a diss track for some message board

I made a bunch of enemies
Most of which I met professionally
We should bury the hatchet
We're all leeching off of the same twelve notes
And maybe we can start a cover band
We'll be the Kindergarten Steely Dan
Most of us ain't doing too hot on our own

Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
If there's no contract, then there's no contract to argue
And every night is a night off
You can have all the "plus ones" you want
If you say you're a band then you're a band
We don't even have to play note one

I made a bunch of enemies
Most of which I met professionally
We should bury the hatchet
We're all leeching off of the same twelve notes
And maybe we can start a cover band
We'll be the Kindergarten Steely Dan
Most of us ain't doing too hot on our own
Track Name: Epilogue: Brian, Jenny & The Mayans
Brian says he's gonna go home early
Jenny says she's never gonna quit
They were flippin' burgers at the same place
And often sharing the same bed

Jenny lived inside the stucco suburbs
Brain lived inside a trailer park
They both came from the same side of the tracks
But now Jenny is a lawyer

We could all do better than we're doing right now
We're just doing all the right things wrong
Let's stop dumbing things down because people are dumb
And say the Mayan calendar is running out

Brian buys his plywood at home depot
Jenny hires contractors now
He prefers his Xbox to Jenny's chardonnay
And also does peyote when he can

Jenny takes vacations to the mountains
Brain walks up to the library
To use free internet to IM Jenny
Who gets her texts beamed right into her head

Whoo!

Now they're both freaking out about the weather
Their acting like the world's about to end
But if it did, all the payments they sent in
For their car and phone are totally wasted
They've probably got a couple of good years left
But you probably shouldn't take that from me
Because I don't really care how it all works out
The jig was up after the fur traders and priests

We could all do better than we're doing right now
We're just doing all the right things wrong
Let's stop dumbing things down because people are dumb
And say the Mayan calendar is running out