Just Nick / Paper Ceilings

by Just Nick / Paper Ceilings

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Just Nick is a kid from Temecula, CA who wastes his talent playing folk punk music. He's at that stage in his life when he hates everything.
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Paper Ceilings is just a guy (get it?) from Columbia, MO. He likes "whoa-oh-oh" choruses and Fruit Gushers.
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released 15 January 2013
All tracks written by Just Nick or Paper Ceilings except "Try This At Home" which is by Frank Turner.

Artwork by Avery Muether (averyamuether@gmail.com)

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Track Name: Just Nick - A Skeptic's Love Song
I need you like foreign oil
and you need me like a hospital bed
But girl you ain't got no health insurance
and the US of A don't care if you're dead.

'cause a little bit'a skepticism can go a long way
sell 50 presale tickets then you can play
all those dirty vegan punks are so full of hate
you're the nixon to my watergate

my best friend's Dionysus,
and apollo OD'd on crack
we're just runaway kids, with books full of pages
'til we learn our lesson, we ain't comin back

those who scream the loudest will always be heard
all cats are beautiful and all cops are bastards
they can drag me away, but I swear I'll fight back
because I love you like the patriot act
Track Name: Just Nick - Out of Step (With Me)
This machine kills fascists
their machine, it dont
someday they're going to kill you too
but when I'm in charge, I wont
we need to live our lives as an overwhelming people
ready for a revolution
sometimes you've gotta quit your job, fall in love and break out of this institution

open your eyes
see as I see, plead as I plead
for a day, we wont have to pay for our meals
with a pocket full of spare change

You've got to believe
in something more than what you see
set yourself free
from the chains of polution
we need an honest solution

people say I'm out of step with the world
people say I'm out of step with the world,
but the world's out of step with me
if ignorance is bliss then why aren't you happy?

I need to stop this routine
I'm sick of singing
'bout the days I'm feeling
like a victim with anxiety
from this blind and faithful society
Track Name: Just Nick - Thunder Road (No, Not That One) [Paper Ceilings cover]
I'll be damned if Thunder Road's not the best song of all time
I'll be damned if it wasn't written for night's just like tonight
Your name's not Mary, I don't drive a '59
This night is less than perfect still everything's alright

I used to spend a lot of time just listening to the Clash
Wishing for a time machine, trying to go back
But 1977 sounds horribly depressing
At least now we've got Gaslight and Frank Turner and Against Me

And honestly I'd like Fugazi back together
But I've gotta let it be
Good bands don't last forever
Cause there's more to life than a Fender guitar
But I know, I know
Six strings can take you far

I'll be damned if Thunder Road's not the best song of all time
I'll be damned if it wasn't written for night's just like tonight
Your name's not Mary, I don't drive a '59
This night is less than perfect still everything's alright
Track Name: Just Nick - Songs About Girls
I've got real hard time writin' song about girls
I've spent too much time tryin' to work out my morals
but thats a good thing
youve got to love yourself before you love anyone else but im still a work in progress cant you see
cant you see
from broken hearted boys,narcissistic self destruction
to every girl I've ever had to say I'm sorry to
my broken strings and shitty songs are all id ever offer
and tear my heart out is all I'll ever want to do

Sure I'm a cynic, but I've got integrity
its hard to laugh when you lack originality
try hard to find out what punk rock really means
sometimes a poet runs outta' ink and has to fuckin'
scream

I've got a real hard time writin' songs, honestly
cause my honesty is killing everyone around me
when you fall in love with your best friend
do you try your best or do you just pretend that everything's gonna work itself out
I swear to god, If it dont work, then I am gunna die
I don't believe in him, but I believe in you and I
so here's the plan, lets run away, and set the world on fire, lets scream this song until our hearts and lungs expire
Track Name: Paper Ceilings - Dogs
My dogs lay on the couch all day
That's all they do and that's okay
I wish that i could be that lazy
It might be nice to not feel crazy
For a while
Track Name: Paper Ceilings - Nothin'
What do you know?
I don't know nothin'
What did you say?
I didn't say nothin'
What did you do?
I didn't do nothin'
What did you do?
I didn't do nothin'

Nothin'
Track Name: Paper Ceilings - Save Your Breath
I cleaned the blood from my guitar yesterday
And maybe that's not punk
But neither am i
Neither am i

I go to school at a large state university
On wednesday afternoons i like drive my car to the grocery
I don't smoke cigarettes and i don't drink whiskey
My young lungs are clean, unlike the rest of me
And maybe that's not punk
But neither am i
Neither am i

I don't ride a bike cause i'm afraid to die
I don't trust myself to not get hit by a truck
And i'll never get tattooed of my own volition
That line's mostly for my mom
Just in case she listens to this song

And maybe that's not punk
But neither am i
Neither am i

Darling you and me, we come from different scenes
But me personally, i would never be seen in your scene
Track Name: Paper Ceilings - Jerry's Song (Just Nick cover)
I've been to listening to jerry's song
Since i was maybe 12 or 13
It's made me cry and sing and every emotion in between
I wanna dig up a deeper meaning
I know there's something more
I need to justify crying on the bathroom floor

Cause half of the time we're gone
But we don't know where, we don't know where
Half of the time we're gone
But we don't know where, we don't know where

I hope tomorrow comes slower than yesterdays
I want the wind to pick me up
Please don't carry me away
Please old paul tell me the secret
There must be something more
I know i'm getting close but it's hard to tell for sure

Cause half of the time we're gone
But we don't know where, we don't know where
Half of the time we're gone
But we don't know where, we don't know where

Well i've been to listening to jerry's song
Since i was 12 or 13
Well i was changed when i first heard your song in New Jersey
I wanna scream off a cliff
I wanna fall in love again
Well i'm tired of feeling tired
I don't wanna lose another friend

Cause half of the time we're gone
But we don't know where, we don't know where
Half of the time we're gone
But we don't know where, we don't know where

Half of the time we're gone but i know exactly where i am
Track Name: Just Nick & Paper Ceilings - Try This at Home (Frank Turner cover)
Let’s inherit the earth, because no one else is taking it.
Come on, do your worst, before the moment’s passed.
In bedrooms across England, and all the Western world,
there’s posters and there’s magazines but the music isn’t ours.

Because we write love songs in C, we do politics in G,
we sing songs about our friends in E minor.
So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars:
come on folks and try this at home.

Let’s stop waiting around for someone to patronize us.
Let’s hammer out a sound that speaks of where we’ve been.
Forget about the haircuts, the stupid skinny jeans,
the stampedes and the irony, the media-fed scenes.

Because we write love songs in C, we do politics in G,
we sing songs about our friends in E minor.
So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars:
come on folks and try this at home.

Because the only thing that punk rock should ever really mean
is not sitting round and waiting for the lights to go green,
and not thinking that you’re better because you sit up on a stage.
If you’re oh so fucking different then who cares what you have to say?

Because there’s no such thing as rock stars, there’s just people who play music,
and some of them are just like us, and some of them are dicks.
So quick, turn off your stereo, pick up that pen and paper,
you could do much better than some half-arsed skinny English country singer.

Because we write love songs in C, we do politics in G,
we sing songs about our friends in E minor.
So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars:
and come on folks and try this at home.