Ugly Kids Party Harder

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special thanks to my dogs beans and finbar, 3am trips to denny's, the wheaties hat, tuesday open mic night's at rosie mccan's, PBR's, elliott smith, my pals in grass valley, and the new ones i've made in santa cruz while writing this album <3

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released January 11, 2017

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Track Name: Boys w/ Guitars
my hands are shaking
its 3:52 am and I am not waking up ever again
at least not until tuesday when my amazon package arrives
because resting is easy but sleeping is harder so sing me an insomniac’s lullaby
i like listening to elliott
to get my head back in the zone of my isolation and why i like being alone
so i’ll stay in my bedroom til you give me a reason to leave or someone to vent to
because i wear my anger on my sleeve

and i still don’t see why i should take off these fucking sweatpants
because i’m doing fine living the way i currently am
or probably not but i’m doing the best i can

used to think i was special but i’m not and neither are you and neither is god compared to everything else going on
i’m not cool or attractive
but i can still play guitar and write all these songs about how dumb i think we all are
and i’m sorry
that i can be so mean i swear one day i won’t be
but until the day i come clean i’ll sit in the shower
that’s where you always come up
and although we don’t talk i wish you the best of luck
there’s not enough soap to wash my dirty hands of all the stupid musicians that told me they like the same bands
i always will fall for the same fucking guy in that cool leather jacket who likes to smoke cigarettes and get high
then leave the next morning for some indie hipster chick
and i’ll say i don’t mind
because he’d always be kind of a dick

and that might never change and i’ll never learn my lesson
because boys with guitars are just so fucking common

and i still don’t see why i should take off these fucking sweatpants
because i’m doing fine living the way i currently am
or probably not but i’m doing the best i can
Track Name: Holden Caulfield Complex
i could’ve talked to that kid in those patched diy jeans but why should i try to make friends when i’ve got a dog named beans
i’m not lonely i’m just alone but i swear to god i’m okay with that
and for once i think i’m happy i’ve been having way less panic attacks
i haven’t gotten laid in so long but why should i need sex
maybe it’s my greasy hair or my holden caulfield complex
it’s not i’m antisocial i’m just anti growing up
my old friends think i have a problem and that i should give a fuck
but i don’t care anymore
all the other kids are so much less hardcore than i am when i’m in my room just smoking ‘cause i’m bored
all the other kids are so much less hardcore
so the closest physical interactions i get are at a punk show
getting slammed by strangers in the crowd until it’s time to go
get in my car and drive back home blast the clash and the ramones
back to where i can lock my door and angst in my room alone
cause i don’t give a single shit about anybody but myself i’m proud to say i’m selfish
and i don’t care anymore
all the other kids are so much less hardcore
i haven’t gotten laid in so long but why should i need sex
maybe it’s my greasy hair or my holden caulfield complex
Track Name: Imbecile
i wanna reason to shave my thighs
and did you cry when david bowie died
it’s not like i’d tell your girlfriend if you did
i wanna reason to shave my legs while you’re stealing all the beer from the frat party kegs i’ll be in the back of the shack where we used to sing
i wanna reason to change my clothes birds are sneezing on the powder up their nose
kurt cobain was a happy guy we over-romanticize how he died
good lives can end in suicide
elliott was just going through a hard time
and i’m too fucking stubborn to take an easy way out
but i’ve got A.D.D so i can’t sit still
or maybe i’m a fucking imbecile
the stray cat strut always got me to dance
when ozzy waves goodbye to romance i always cry in the second verse
i wonder if hope ever bought that hearse
i’m puking up politicians on the news the zodiac killer was probably ted cruz
my freshman year tattoos are faded
still waiting for a birthday that’s belated
being scored by the man in leather who finally puts the pieces together
you’ll find me down on abby road pretending to be friends with old musicians i don’t know because the beatles remind me of when we used to sing
but i’ve got A.D.D so i can’t sit still
or maybe i’m a fucking imbecile
i wanna reason to wash my hair
you’re standing naked in your underwear
blame it on the hormones if i stare but i get a feeling that you don’t really care
i should get a job but i don’t wanna like my big brother who smokes marijuana
not like big brother from 1984
dom’s the best damn kid you’ll ever meet i’m sure
and nothing could ever compare to this
satan buys me a drink while god slits his wrists
no one wants to make out with a girl like this
so i’ll have eddie vedder give me one last kiss
i’ve never been the best at getting guys but i wanna reason to shave my thighs
but i’ve got A.D.D so i can’t sit still
or maybe i’m a fucking imbecile
Track Name: Eat the Ashes
temporarily contained thoughts of truck drivers float through my brain
it’s a god awful spell it’s a speedy farewell it’s a shot in the dark it’s a childish remark
it’s your republican dad
it’s not really that bad
shake your hand loudly nod “thanks for the gas station stops”
be right back from the quickie-mart to buy food for the cops
maybe then they’d be nice or we could just eat them with rice
are you up for pig stew
sorry if i was too much for you
it’s all over at last but i think i speak for everyone when i say we all had a blast
how are lukas and sky are my brothers alright
sit and stop to get high but i’m not that kind of guy
there are fleas in my bed and they jump in my head
there’s dog shit on the rug
tell sam i’m sending my love
simon lace played guitar like a mad superstar
and i’d dance in the dark
simon lace will go far
but i’m no good at guitar i won’t make it that far so i’ll pick up kazoo
you’ll be my musical muse
i’ll toot my flute every day in hopes you’ll come watch me play
i’ll see your face in the crowd then start laughing out loud
then i’d break my kazoo to start over with you just to leave you again
because you were my greatest friend
i’m still an outcast but the year went by fast
it’s all over at last but i think i speak for everyone when i say we all had a blast
green is fast kid is dead what went down in his head
erik from mischief brew also killed himself too
didn’t know either of them but we could’ve been friends
i’m so sorry they died and felt so lost inside
because we’ve all been there once
but after a couple of months we find a nice place to chill
down a couple of pills crack open a beer
and with friends we’ll say cheers
because after a bottle of wine you will realize it’s fine
it’s all over at last but i think i speak for everyone when i say we all had a blast
Track Name: Edgy Satanic Loser
i remember all the girls in elementary school that would push me around on the playground
because i said i wasn’t sure if i thought god was real
and they thought they were doing the right thing
my mom raised me buddhist and i thought that was cool
but sometimes i’d say i was a satanist to the christian kids at school
because it’d scare them away and i’d stop feeling so attacked
and i’m still not a satanist but i like to think the devil has my back
so when i go to hell i will feel right at home
and take shots with the rock stars that have helped me grow into the person that i am today
and that person that i am could never grow up to be a man
but so what if i’m immature
i’ve still got a spikey jacket and a good sense of humor
i ain't got nothing else if that makes me a loser
then maybe i like being one
i’ve still got my punk rock boots and a brain run by id i ain't got nothing else if that makes me a dumb kid then maybe i like being one
i tried to catch a BART train to freedom but i was too late
so i fall asleep under the comfort of my stereotypic hate
for myself and for the government for all the other angsty punks my age
and you can call me an asshole but i think that i like it that way
but what do i know about life about anything
because all i ever learned in school is i know absolutely nothing
and my dad asked me why i don’t wanna go to a uc
either i’m not cut out for the system or the systems not cut out for me
and i know nothing will change talking of anarchy is childish
but so what if i’m immature
i’ve still got a spikey jacket and a good sense of humor
i ain't got nothing else if that makes me a loser
then maybe i like being one
i’ve still got my punk rock boots and a brain run by id i ain't got nothing else if that makes me a dumb kid then maybe i like being one
Track Name: Punk Rock Love
punk rock love i’ll meet you in the pit
when you accidentally punch me in the tit
when i find you i’ll be overjoyed because i’ve had enough of angsty hipster boys
we’ll sing protest songs and start a revolution
you’d be a highschool drop out because you’d hate the institution
so instead of prom we’d slow dance to dead kennedys
and we’d sing along to suicidal tendencies
we’d hang out in your garage drinking beer and smoking cigarettes
i’d like your spiky hair and you’d like my purple fishnets
you would fight for me because you’d be hardcore
plus i think that normal guys really are a bore
we’d make out to black flag and slam dance to misfits and it would all start in a mosh pit
punk rock love i’ll meet you in the pit
when you accidentally punch me in the tit
when i find you i’ll be overjoyed because i’ve had enough of angsty hipster boys
we’ll patch are pants and stud our leather jackets
we’ll parade around the town chopping hate up with a hatchet
when you’re in trouble with the law you know i’d have your back
we would think we’re cool but kids at school would call us maniacs
instead of writing love notes
you’d scratch my name on cop cars
you’d play me songs on your guitar to me you’d be a rockstar
like nancy and vicious you’d kill me for kisses
our love would be bigger than jesus
punk rock love i’ll meet you in the pit
when you accidentally punch me in the tit
when i find you i’ll be overjoyed because i’ve had enough of angsty hipster boys
Track Name: Fuck 500 Days of Summer
my brain’s too fucked up so i drink but can’t get high
and i get distracted by every dog that walks by
i talk too much and i’m so fucking loud
i think the day i die will be the day i shut my mouth
i’d talk to you if i could hold a real conversation without hiding behind dark humor lined with self deprecation
i don’t like bell peppers and i don’t like wearing socks but i swear there’s things i do like
like i think led zeppelin rocks
some people think i’m negative but i think i’m doing better at looking on the bright side
lacey’s just gone to get her sweater
i like my dirty green converse and i like my dirty green hair
and i like my dirty mind
and i like it when people stare
and you can say it’s cliché that i’m writing this song today about shit you’ve heard a thousand times
maybe just because it rhymes
and i don’t expect you to stick around for all my sad jam sessions
because they’re less of songs and more of just acoustic depression
but i swear someday i’ll write something that doesn’t sound like this
i’ll write the next hallelujah
maybe then i won’t feel like shit
my heart’s too fucked up so i don’t usually date boys but the ones that i did date i now tend to avoid
like come on over and watch me watch law and order
and you can think that it’s cute that i’ve got this quirky mood disorder
you’d hold me hand while i’d chain smoke and pout thinking about taking an easy way out
then i’d probably write a song about how much i hate the world
you’d laugh and say
“damn i sure love punk rock girls”
cause don’t it feel just right to put me in that stereotype of girls with dyed hair that you all know with their record collections and their manic depressive episodes
and don’t it feel just right to think of me as someone like ramona flowers or clementine from eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
and don’t it feel just right to put me in that stereotype of girls with dyed hair that you all know with their record collections and their manic depressive episodes
Track Name: Piss on Every Hipster
piss on every hipster in your local cafe
i can’t fucking stomach anything they say about intellectual crap or neutral milk hotel or how they were the first to find ajj
you dress like you’re broke and say you’ve got no money while you’re taking sips of your five dollar coffee
you’re so fucking retro buying vinyl and cassettes and the smiths sound so much better when you’re smoking cigarettes
you’re not impressing anyone quoting poetry and don’t you dare ruin jack kerouac for me
you’re dresing dirty on purpose while you’re quoting noam chomsky
and all you hipsters with guitars never write your own lyrics
why don’t you go choke on an american spirit
no one cares about all the boring books you read compensating for your low self esteem
go back to urban outfitters and return those skinny jeans
you hang on to every word an old white dude with a pen has said
and charles bukowski isn’t proud of you because he’s dead
piss on every hipster in the health food store
they’re so full of shit i can’t take it anymore
i’m tired of hearing about radiohead and the cure
so piss on every hipster x2
piss on every hipster in your local cafe
i can’t fucking stomach anything they say about intellectual crap or neutral milk hotel or how they were the first to find ajj