Good Things Only Happen to Bad People

by Arab Spring

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Recorded 2011-2012 in the McCormick home in suburban Baltimore, Maryland

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released October 23, 2012

Mac McCormick-guitars, vocals, programming, synths

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Arab Spring Baltimore, Maryland

Mac McCormick's drum machine/sequencer based solo project.

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Track Name: Sophia Black-D'Elia
Sofia Black-D’Elia is this decade’s Sherilyn Fenn
She’s Mila Kunis 2.0 as Natalie Portman took Winona Ryder
Sofia Black-D’Elia is this decade’s Sherilny Fenn
She’s Mila Kunis 2.0 as Natalie Portman took Winona Ryder

Caught up in cathode ray beauty as it’s real to me, more beautiful than real life could ever be
On tube sets, plasma or LCD, people always seem prettier when they’re on screen
Made up real nice, though they’re divined for conflict, their pain needs to happen so our eyeballs lock
So easy to sympathize when there’s nothing at stake here, when the outcome’s established, a well-worn trope

Sofia Black-D’Elia is this decade’s Sherilyn Fenn
She’s Mila Kunis 2.0 as Natalie Portman took Winona Ryder
Sofia Black-D’Elia is this decade’s Sherilny Fenn
She’s Mila Kunis 2.0 as Natalie Portman took Winona Ryder

Piss stain nights playing alcohol Galaga, clean sheet mornings in Coleco Frenzy
Today I awoke to flames out my window, a field filled with televisions afire
So I’ll scan the sky and stand by the teletype, shoot the reports out as fast as I can
When I break from my duties, I’ll soak in the screen glow, my monitor friends, my static company

Sofia Black-D’Elia is this decade’s Sherilyn Fenn
She’s Mila Kunis 2.0 as Natalie Portman took Winona Ryder
Sofia Black-D’Elia is this decade’s Sherilny Fenn
She’s Mila Kunis 2.0 as Natalie Portman took Winona Ryder
Track Name: Girl Factory
The girls are whatever you want them to be
Pleasant, even with the company stock parts
That are of course replaceable, of course customizable
Widely applicable and adaptive to circumstance
Praise the revival of American industry!
With biorobotics, again the world’s envy!
People for export, girls for the trade
In flesh torn from soul, there’s a high profit margin

Turn ‘em out, turn ‘em out, turn out the custom models
The factory mades and the discount irregulars
These are the objects, so real, almost human
Turn out the girls, keep this economy strong

So easy to question what’s real and what isn’t
So many people turned out by machine
With tastes hopes and dreams all coming preloaded
So close to perfection in implanted memory
It’s simple to find one to your specifications
It’s very easy with the options provided
Blurring the line between machine and human
With our products, there are no limits!

Turn ‘em out, turn ‘em out, turn out the custom models
The factory mades and the discount irregulars
These are the objects, so real, almost human
Turn out the girls, keep this economy strong
Track Name: Crossfire Life
Someone let me out of here, someone let me loose
I was born into a war, on a side I didn’t choose
I am shot at from both sides, I don’t know why I stay alive
I only want a neutral peace, I am not your enemy

Crossfire life
Your battle keeps me locked inside
Crossfire life
I’m a target inside your sights

I am just collateral, one civilian loss
An acceptable casualty, an expendable cost
You don’t care ‘cause you don’t try, shed no tears when I die
I am just a thing to you, there are things you just won’t do

Crossfire life
Your battle keeps me locked inside
Crossfire life
I’m a target inside your sights
Track Name: Visage
Called out from scrutiny, things with which you cannot cope
Affirmed by allies only, enough to give you hope
Never think to realize you’re living in a dream
Progress not your concern, just who’s the winning team

Gaze upon the true visage of the demon that lies within you
Gaze upon the true visage of the demon that lies within you

So proud and so pissed off, blinders on your face
Knowing not what your hands do, you always look away
Talking up the issues, words come like a flood
Your hands when you look down, fully soaked in blood

Gaze upon the true visage of the demon that lies within you
Gaze upon the true visage of the demon that lies within you
Gaze upon the true visage of the demon that lies within you
Gaze upon the true visage of the demon that lies within you
Track Name: Inside Lacrosse
Dread starts to grip her when she hears his footsteps
Heavy with rage, they make the floorboards creak
Huddled in fear from her once beloved
Death floods in when her head hits the wall, he says . . .

“I want to talk about our relationship
I want to talk about our future
I’ve been out, I’ve got a buzz going
I’ve had a few, and I’m coming over.”

These are the best minds in America
These are the hardest bodies in sport
These are the most privileged kids in Maryland
This is sensational, this means ratings
This is glamor, these kids had promise
This is scandal, their families prominent
This is fiction, a soap opera narrative
This is real life, her blood’s on the sheets

“I want to talk about our relationship
I want to talk about our future
I’ve been out, I’ve got a buzz going
I’ve had a few, and I’m coming over.”

Lockjaw mouths, still and silent
Guard kept up like an all-star goalie
No reflection from the culture that birthed them
Away from mirrors, they deflect their gaze
So unabated they continue their torment
So unfazed, they live their lives
So entitled, they have no perspective
All of their victims flee from their sights

“I want to talk about our relationship
I want to talk about our future
I’ve been out, I’ve got a buzz going
I’ve had a few, and I’m coming over.”
Track Name: Pessimystic
Just say the word, and I’ll leave you to be
I’ll slowly back away it’s nothing new to me
Love always sickens, withers and disappates
Hope always dies, decays and dessicates

Familiar story, the same old narrative
Shout it ‘til I’m sick, and drive away my friends
Like a full moon, big and shining bright
Love always fades, gets darker every night

Warm when I see you, your look, your touch, your smell,
Cold when I think of you, this is my freezing hell
Think of a future, and all I see is black
You’re just another glimpse at something I can’t have

Give me a moment, indulge my fantasy
Stuck in my own head I’m as happy as can be
We’re both together there, we’re in the same place
Snap back to real life where you can’t reciprocate
Track Name: Surface X
Speaking in Amtrak whispers of the warm winds of Portuguese winters
I fell in love with your telephone eyes, gazing into my soul through microwave towers
Yours was the flesh come closest to being, yours was the body I almost felt
You weren’t there when I trekked through the city, through skyscraper wind tunnels, the clouds pregnant with snow
And you weren’t there because you were smarter, you knew how this played out so you split the scene
And I’m still here among the unenlightened, and when I speak they can’t catch the dialect and . . .

This is too real, this is too tactile
This song is the wrong place and time
This is too much, this is too naked
This is the wrong place and time

I’ll always be on your periphery, I’ll always have a supporting role
You’re the protagonist, the one with dimension, a hit with the focus group, the key demographic
Far from the male lead, I’m a bit player, all comic relief and desexualized quirk
I saw you smile once, a convincing performance, you followed the method and lived in the role
It was beyond performance, bullshit you don’t know that, for a few seconds you felt like I did
It transcended fiction, it went beyond metaphor, we were real people, we had skin and . .

This is too real, this is too tactile
This song is the wrong place and time
This is too much, this is too naked
This is the wrong place and time

Bitch, your voice sounds like the tape’s slowed down, this is the song you thought I kept writing
We go way back, before speech and memory, we go way deep, we sink in dreams
Last we met, you coalesced in ether, amorphous in shadow, shaped into being in light
Let’s meet up, we’ll cut through the forest, we’ll endure the midpoint where the dead talk backwards
We’ll arrive at the place where the sun’s always shining and we’ll never have want anymore

This is too real, this is too tactile
This song is the wrong place and time
This is too much, this is too naked
This is the wrong place and time

This aspect of life is an ordeal sysiphan, an uphill struggle marked by regression
I am mute, I watch from the outside with deep understanding I cannot apply
I’ve seen them cry with joy, seen them sick with sorry, seen them spasm in pleasure and writhe in pain
I comprehend their words and relate to their feelings but I cannot initiate, I fail to engage
I want to live in their world, want to feel as they do, feel their highs and have a life worth living
And I beat at the walls and scream my lungs out until my fingers are broken and my hands are bleeding

This is too real, this is too tactile
This song is the wrong place and time
This is too much, this is too naked
This is the wrong place and time
Track Name: Orzolek
Ages to ages, race to race
A passing complexion, an ambiguous face
Metal on metal, sound on sound
A diluted noise, a watering down
Decade to decade, year to year
Changing conditions and outmoded fears
Angus to Andrew, Y to Control
A marker of time, we’re all getting old

They don’t love you like I love you, like I love you
I don’t love you like they love you, like they love you
They don’t love you like I love you, like I love you
I don’t love you like they love you, like they love you

Fan to detractor, teen to adult
Tastes change and it’s nobody’s fault
Garfield to Rollins, MacKaye to MacKaye
An underground star sees the light of day
Human to culture, state into nation
Ever subject to assimilation
Recent to classic, sleeper to hit
Reshape and restructure to make a good fit

They don’t love you like I love you, like I love you
I don’t love you like they love you, like they love you
They don’t love you like I love you, like I love you
I don’t love you like they love you, like they love you
Track Name: Canned Laughter Syndicate
Held in a vice grip framing device
This is tale drawn out for eight seasons
See the wrinkles on skin, aging in HD
This is a timeline under the gun
Reroll the stock at the start of each episode
Those skeptical kids now full-on adults
This is a battle between art and commerce
A natural end versus network demands

Suit up! Suit up if you’re down with the Bro Code
Suit up! Suit up if you know what suits you
Aloha! Suit up just like Drive Like Jehu
Suit up if you sparkle in Canadian malls

This is a program aware of itself
A historicisation of the living present
His is an unreliable voice
A wealth of half-truths and liberal distortion
She is a cipher, a Rorschach projection
She cannot live up to expectations
They are a plot point, a gateway to entry
Sucking you in to their televised world

Suit up! Suit up if you’re down with the Bro Code
Suit up! Suit up if you know what suits you
Aloha! Suit up just like Drive Like Jehu
Suit up if you sparkle in Canadian malls

Nothing suits me like a suit!
Track Name: Rooftop View
The city looks so pretty but not half as good as you
It’s a place that only I know, it’s a million dollar view
The cars all look like toys and the people look like ants
Take it all in while I leap, ‘cause I never took a chance

Please don’t care to miss me, just forget that I was here
This is not your fault at all, you’ve got nothing to fear
You don’t have to hear this, you’re well within your rights
As if you even care at all, ‘cause I never even tried