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Dealbreaker: Your Meaningful Lyrics

Look, I get it. I went through a time when I thought Brand New had some really great lyrics. And there was that awkward phase in college when that one girl who played guitar and smoked cloves broke up with me after I finished a semester of Contemporary Poetry and I thought that I was going to lead the next wave of literary criticism by writing epic term papers on the words and works of Ben Gibbard, but come on - there really is a significant, overarching theme between everything on Give Up and Transatlanticism. He’s like an auteur, but with words. What? No, I don’t know anyone named Seth Cohen. Yeah ok, I wrote some lyrics down in a little moleskine notebook I carried around in the inside pocket of the blazer I wore all the time. Once, I even used some Flaming Lips lyrics as my away message, but I didn’t put the name of the band and I kind of felt guilty about it later so I just changed my status to “woof.”

But seriously, we’re gonna need to have a talk about your favorite quote on myspace. Actually, we’re gonna need to have a talk about you being on myspace in general. Oh and your alphabetical listing of every band from your iTunes collection in the “Music” section on facebook doesn’t make you seem like Nick Hornby, it makes you seem like an asshole.  Nor do I want to take your Music Compatibility Quiz. And no, I don’t like your new tattoo. I burned that album onto CD-R for you so we could listen to it when it rained and when we were hungover and stuff, not so you could ink it under your skin in a typewriter-like font dangerously close to your sideboob. So no, I’m not going to make a Mountain Goats b-sides mix for you just because you saw John Darnielle on The Colbert Report. But yeah, I’m gonna need a ride home - I’m pretty sure I left my copy of Funeral in your car.

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