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Reimagined Thrill

by Sidewalk Furniture

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1.
Jadzia 03:45
Meet me on the bridge Meet me in my ready room Meet me in the Jeffries tubes Meet me in my quarters Meet me on the bridge Meet me in my ready room Meet me in the Jeffries tubes Meet me in my quarters Oh, Jadzia How could they do that to you? Killed you right there How could they do that to you? For no reason How could they do that to you? Oh, Jadzia How could they do that to you? That to you? That to you? That to you? Talk to everyone you’ve been before You said it’s like play acting You said it’s like play acting But you didn’t know, you didn’t know That he would be passing through Oh, Jadzia How could they do that to you? Do you remember? How could they do that to you? One more reason How could they do that to you? One more body How could they do that to you? That to you? That to you? That to you? For no reason For no purpose Meet me on the surface I'll transport you down For no reason For no purpose Meet me on the surface I'll transport you down Oh, did you fix it? Oh, did you fix it? Oh, Jadzia, did they fix you? Oh, did you fix it? Oh, did they fix you? Down in that dark room? Did they fix you? For no reason For no purpose Meet me on the surface I'll transport you down For no reason For no purpose Meet me on the surface I'll transport you down Oh, Jadzia Oh, Jadzia Why would they do that to you? Oh, Jadzia Oh, Jadzia Why would they do that to you?
2.
Tits Out! 02:54
Restriction, compression To teach my chest a lesson Expensive, aggression To take away my oxygen Restriction, compression To teach my chest a lesson Expensive, oppression To take away my oxygen I didn't really mind them about 50 pounds ago But I'm getting too fat for this I'm just gonna say no! Oh! B-R-A! B-R-A! NO B-R-A! B-R-A! My girlfriend really likes bras And I get that, but I hate them My girlfriend really likes bras And I get that, but I hate them My girlfriend really likes bras And I get that, but I hate them She thinks my tits look great in them I get that but I hate them! Oh! B-R-A! B-R-A! NO B-R-A! B-R-A! The B is for bad The way they make me feel! The R is for repulsive The way they make me feel! The A is for awful The way they make me feel! B-R-A it’s the way they make me feel! Oh, B-R-A! Oh, B-R-A! B-R-A! B-R-A! NO B-R-A! B-R-A! Some people say to burn your bras, But bitch, I disagree That just seems like a waste of fuel and oxygen to me! Oh, some people say to burn your bras, But bitch, I disagree That just seems like a waste of fuel and oxygen to me!
3.
Stormtrooper 04:27
They came in their transport ships A hundred miles wide And started marching through our green And idle countryside They came and took my mother They came and took my friend My sister, she was young enough And so they took her in I know that under those white hoods They're fragile people too And I'm not sure, if I was them What I would choose to do It's hard to be a rebel, yeah It's easier to hate So, hug your local Stormtrooper… And shoot ‘em in the motherfucking face! Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking face! Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking face! They say they're born into the life A clone from long ago Obedience and violence Is all these soldiers know We can't rewrite our stories They can't escape the call That doesn't mean we'll take it when They want to kill us all Kill us all! Kill us all! Kill us all! Kill us all! We stole a couple ships from them But then they blew them up Now, they've got fancy laser guns And all we've got is rocks We all deserve to live and love The place that we grew up But don't preserve their culture Cause their culture fucking sucks It's hard to be a rebel, yeah But if this is your fate, Just find your local Stormtrooper And shoot em in the mother fucking face! Shoot ‘em good! Shoot ‘em dead! Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking head! Shoot ‘em good! Shoot ‘em dead! Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking head! Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking face! Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking face!
4.
Who's that girl there hiding in the bloc? A bottle of maalox pushed up her sock Arms like steel beams, eyes like glass She's got a red cross on her black face mask Is she a communist? Maybe! Is she a goth? Maybe! Is she a pacifist? Probably not! Who is she? Who is she? Who is she? She’s an anarchist EMT Anarchist EMT She got it from the local community college Her thirst for healing leftist knowledge She's got 60 hours training in conflict resolution, And she doesn't give a shit about the constitution! She hates reporters, she calls them vultures The tattoos on her knees say security culture Her left coat pocket is a faraday cage And when she goes hunting, it's for stingrays! Fuck ancaps, fuck mancoms! Fuck tankies and fuck smoke bombs! Fuck drones and loans and pepper spray! You know what, fuck the USA! Anarchist EMT Anarchist EMT Oh, chest compressions Chest chest compressions Chest compressions Chest chest compressions Who needs the gym when you've got chest compressions?! Her mom's really into Bill O’Reilly Her brother asks why she's never smiling Her dad thinks unions are almost murder But her girlfriend's a certified legal observer
5.
Contemplating the leather steering wheel Smelling the stale wine of the night We consider the carbon metaphoric ideal Darling, a reminder of the consistent oversight Whispering the long forgotten smile Holding onto absent futures of the night We becomes I, the commonplace exile My hands on the steering wheel, something isn’t quite Going, going, going, going, gone Going, going, going, going, gone My thoughts turn to the contingent past What could have been, should have been unsurpassed Images flashing, a reimagined thrill The warmth of your hands, the pull of your laugh It’s going, going, going towards the inevitable break The same old yellow jet stream beam But, darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream Darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream Tasting the cherry lipstick on my lips Pulling the words right out of my mouth Our falter begins, destroys the partnership We becomes I, my mind not quite Going, going, going, going, gone Going, going, going, going, gone My thoughts turn to the contingent past What could have been, should have been unsurpassed Images flashing, a reimaged thrill The warmth of your hands, the pull of your laugh It’s going, going, going towards the inevitable break The same old yellow jet stream theme But, darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream Darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream And a daydream!
6.
Oh, Nancy 04:16
I take comfort in this daydream Where we’re forever together, our hands intertwined I'll never forget your thoughts Always racing, chasing ideas with mine Never any concern for the how, the what, or the when Now, I'll never know what could have been Oh, Nancy, did you know, did you know You're the first thing in my head Oh, Nancy, did you know, did you know You're the one thing I regret Oh, Nancy, did you know that your name Was the last word on my mind? The last thing to cross my lips? Cross my lips Before I died Contemplating the stale beer on my tongue Shotgunned and feeling bile in my lungs It seems that I’ve chased you into someone else While running from my own fear of myself And fear of losing you resulted in losing you But that's okay, ‘cause I'm lost too Oh, Nancy, did you know, did you know You're the first thing in my head Oh, Nancy, did you know, did you know You're the one thing I regret Oh, Nancy, did you know that your name Was the last word on my mind? The last thing to cross my lips? Cross my lips Before I died Get out of Hawkins, never look back, Never look back, just see tomorrow Get out of Hawkins, never look back, Never look back, forget everyone you know Just see tomorrow Oh, Nancy, did you know, did you know You're the first thing in my head You're the one thing I regret
7.
Holtzmann 03:02
Cool inventions and really bad jokes Bad butch wardrobe and drinks with the blokes Tenure track fuckup always doing the most I wanna backpack that helps me catch ghosts Catch ghosts Holtzmann invented the proton pack She opened up a portal and still came back She's got her own fusion reactor in Hoboken And she chews her food with her mouth wide open Mouth wide open I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh Wish I could pull off a jumpsuit like her Walks like a jock and fucks like a nerd Left hand in the air flipping off the man Right hand deep in a Pringles can Pringles can I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh Jillian Holtzmann, PhD Who needs social skills with friends like these? She's messy and tough, and she sticks to it I wanna be an engineer who doesn't give a shit! I wanna be Holtzmann I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck! I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh
8.
Yesterday, I got the news We needed away mission crews If you choose me, I'll refuse I can't go! Call the captain, say I'm sorry But today I'm stuck in bed I can't wear my uniform, ‘Cause my sweater's fucking red! I don't want a red shirt death! Seven words, then final breath Kill me slowly, nothing lowkey I don't want a red shirt death! Studied all the Starfleet stories Went to the academy So I know how this all goes And you won't get it out of me! When the captain said I would be chosen I was so happy that I could cry But my fate was so plain and unspoken They just needed someone to die! I don't want a red shirt death! Seven words and final breath Kill me slowly, nothing lowkey I don't want a red shirt death! I don't want a red shirt death! Seven words and final breath Kill me slowly, nothing lowkey I don't want a red shirt death! So I'm here, laying in bed Stay off those transporter pads I'm a guest actor, you're a nutcracker I don't want a red shirt death! I'm a guest actor, you're a nutcracker I don't want a red shirt death!
9.
Guess who's back in town? Back for his crown? I can't stop looking for you Guess who's back in state? Won't this be great? I can't stop thinking about your taste In girls, the ones who act so insecure Your best conquest Is always the one you haven't taken yet I'm not scared of you Are you scared of me? You can't take us all All castles fall, it just might take a while Don't be fooled by grins You know your end would really make me smile What's he here to see? Oh, is it me? What does he think I did this time? Will it be fine? Will it be fine? Will it be fine? Will it be...? I'm not scared of you Are you scared of me? I'm not scared of you Are you scared? Are you scared? This is all a trick You make me sick The things you say, the things you think Mouth so pink and hands so cold You never grow up, it's so old I'm gonna let you know it You're no poet, you're a joke Baby, you're so boring Here's your warning 1, 2, 3, here’s your warning I'm not scared of you Are you scared of me? You're no fucking poet And you don't deserve a song Yeah, he’s back in town, But he won't be here for long I'm not scared of you Are you scared of me?
10.
I saw a girl at a pastry shop, she said Watch out! The concrete! The concrete's too hot! That building outside is melting our town I saw a girl on the bus today She said, do you ever, do you ever Do you ever pray? I said, no, sweetie, I don't roll that way, ‘cause I'm ‘Cause I'm gay! I saw the girl at the pastry shop again I got a feeling that We're gonna be best friends I loved the way her hands move over the dough Oh... so... slow I looked at her She looked at me and smiled It's like her eyes were asking, can we hang out for a while? But I would never hit on someone while they were at work ‘Cause I'm not a jerk! I walk where I work, and I work on this street And I hate that the concrete is melting my feet They say that they'll fix it, to just wait and see But what the fuck! Honestly! The bus girl had a pamphlet for me, it said Can I be Christian and LGBT? I said thanks? Um, ok I told my bus friend About the pastry shop I said it seems like You just really want to sit and talk And so we got off at my usual stop We ordered doughnuts and pastry girl sat down She asked the bus girl How ya like this part of town? And neither of them mentioned the eye of Satan Glaring at us from the window! I’ll shorten up my story They really hit it off And now they live together in a little walk-up! The pastry shop has a gay bible study Friday nights And all my favorite shoes got ruined in the sunlight! And all my favorite shoes And all my favorite shoes Got ruined in the sunlight

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released April 15, 2020

Recorded and mixed by Scotty Sandwich
at The Sandwich Shoppe in Durham, NC
Mastered by Wes Easterly

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