Goes to College

by G'Ra

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For fans of Alkaline Trio, Saves the Day and the Movielife

If you play instruments, live in or near Boston and want to be in a band that sounds like this release, hit me up!

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released 15 March 2013
All songs written and composed by G'Ra Asim
Vocals and guitars by G'Ra
Drums by Brendan Bessel
Bass and additional guitars by various former A Spike Lee Joint members: Chris Craver, Rory Raley, Matthew Lyon and Frederick Ashworth
Engineered by Joseph Mitra (mostly) and Chad Richman (tracks 1, 3 and 8)

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tags: black rock english major rock pop punk Boston

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Goes to College is a compilation of songs I wrote, recorded and performed in the Washington, DC area as A Spike Lee Joint, until this happened: goo.gl/MTgdB

I've since relocated, Boston, MA where I'm a student at Emerson College. I'm looking to put together a new group to play these songs and write new ones, so drop me a line if you or someone you know wants to play smartypants poppunk! ... more

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Track Name: Cement Sneakers
Cement Sneakers
Written and composed by G’Ra Asim
Additional lyrics by Chris Craver

Add it up, count it down
And find that I’m nonplussed
Maybe this time around
Is make or break or bust
And in this part of town
There’s no one I can trust
Because you’re nowhere to be found
There’s just the memory of us

If this is farewell
Then what -pray tell-
Did you expect to gain?
Because all of your sins
Are means to your ends
When fair-weather friends
Are fair game

I won’t sink or swim
As according to your whims
When this chorus starts to shore us
We’ll be beached on bitter ends
My friend
I guess it all depends
If this horoscope’s not for us
Hope I never see your face again

I know that you thought
I wouldn’t let you go this time
You’ve had no such luck
Steadying your slow decline
Track Name: Critical Sass
Critical Sass
Written and composed by G’Ra Asim

When day expires
I race home on cold streets
My thoughts and tires
Keep pace to a dead heat

After hours of putting on airs
I just need a little room to breathe

So tonight
My bike and Rockville Pike
We’re doing what we like
And this moment is the only time that I will feel alive
So take me for a ride
We’ll take it all in stride
The streetlights as our guide
My bike and Rockville Pike

It’s owed to the road when it all gets easier
We know it’s owed to the road when it all gets easier

Terrified of putting on airs
I just need a little room to breathe

So tonight
My bike and Rockville Pike
We’re doing what we like
And this moment is the only time that I will feel alive
So take me for a ride
We’ll take it all in stride
The streetlights as our guide
My bike and Rockville Pike
Track Name: Femaelstrom
Femaelstrom
Written and composed by G'Ra Asim

I swallow down the hollow sound
That covers up your cracks;
The severed line from heart to spine
To sputtering synapse
A shortened fuse that's seldom used
For too much more than show
I'm worn out like the welcome you've
Exhausted when you go

If I could be indifferent to you
-If that was something I could do-
I'd turn it around
And try living down
All of the things you put me through
Oh, if I could strut in your stilettos
Alternate rose petals
I would test your mettle
For taking the abuse that you've given to me

When ya gonna play fair, pipe dream?
Tell me what you're all about
But beware, ice queen:
Some day I'm going to thaw you out

Baby, we're just different speeds
Spare me all the sympathy
'Cause you been running through my mind
And at best I jog your memory

If it were me, indifferent to you
If there was something I could do
To turn it around
And try living down
All of things you put me through...
Track Name: Can't Hardly Graduate
Can’t Hardly Graduate
Written and composed by G’Ra Asim

I should’ve known I was headed for
Another year of uncertainty
That all my musings and metaphors
Only hide the absurdity:
Caps in air won’t be this year for me

I don’t know what you said it for
It’s not a state of emergency
If the rain comes, let it pour
‘Cause not a thing could burden me
What’s it pay that they all say

It’s so “do or die”
No, don’t ask why
I knew I’d never get by
If it wasn’t for:

At the shows where throwing ‘bows
And glancing blows is how it goes
I suppose that no one knows
Just what should keep us on our toes

When the end is near
Let’s hear three cheers

For graduating
If you’ve been waiting
Lifetimes for this
Sing this chorus
Life goes on
When you’re withdrawn
And I’m sincere:
I haven’t been to class all year

But I’m not going to sink
I’ve decided to think
With my own mind
On my own time

And I’m a credit short
But I won’t let it abort
My ambition
Or my mission
Track Name: Greater Than the Sum of My Farts
Scatology/Psychology
Written and composed by G’Ra Asim

Self-deprecation
Or defecation?
I’m no stranger to this
Odd sensation
A chamber pot
Is what I’m not
It’s somewhat awkward.
(Somewhat awkwardly)
I keep fucking shitting on me
I keep fucking shitting on me

Ebony and irony know
They cover me entirely so
If you see through the smile and the smoke
Which of us is in on the joke?

I never seem to duck these punchlines
On the scene on my own self-hate crimes
I took it on the chin ‘til I broke
And wondered who was in on the joke

And it’s hardly worth this song for a cynic
‘Cause beneath the surface it’s wrong, or is it…

Self-deprecation or defecation?
I’m no stranger to this odd sensation
A chamber pot is what I’m not
It’s somewhat awkward;
(Somewhat awkwardly)
I keep fucking shitting on me
I keep fucking shitting on me
Yeah

And it’s hardly worth this song for a cynic
‘Cause beneath the surface it’s wrong…or is it?
Track Name: Sleep Cute
Sleep Cute
Written and composed by G’Ra Asim

You got the call
On your cellular
Began to stall
I could tell you were
In the midst
Of an argument
I got the gist
I was the target

All I gain
Is all I forfeit
Within the reign
Of your orbit
We may revolve
Around his apathy
It won’t absolve
Me from your gravity

The sun’s starting to show
Through the hole in your window
And I know you’ll let me go
Before he gets back home
He gets back home when

The sun’s starting to show
And it won’t look out below
For the strangest bedfellows
I know I’m on my own
I’m on my own again

In the light of day
Do you find that sweet nothings from the night before
Are the crimes that pay
They’re amounting to something that we can’t ignore
Track Name: Up the Monks
Up the Monks
Written and composed by G’Ra Asim

Between me and you
It’s like a drug
Something of a genie
Ay, there’s the rub

Your lamp and three wishes
Is none of my business
I was tempted once but it’s better to save my breath

And be quick to parry
The dull ordinary
Future that you want ‘cause I’m better off by myself

I had a notion I could dream
My way out of this machine
But perhaps it’s just me:
I see I’m at the mercy
Of all of the things that I swore I’d never be

It’s easy
To covet a perfect fit
The clichés
Tell you it’s requisite

Your halfhearted vouches
For lives spent on couches
Aptly fit the bill for a fallacy well instilled

The show on your marquee
That looms ever darkly
Soon enough is going to be a prophecy unfulfilled

I had a notion I could dream
My way out of this machine
But perhaps it’s just me:
I see I’m at the mercy
Of all of the things that I swore I’d never be

There’s a lot to lose
In your role play
Leaving our virtues
To the old days
We can pick and choose
Find our own way
Don’t worry
We won’t go quietly

I’ll keep this notion I could dream
My way out of this machine
‘Cause it’s just not me:
I see that ordinary
Is one thing I don’t think that I could ever be
Track Name: Proverbs for the Plastered
Proverbs for the Plastered
(for Patrick Cronin)
Written and composed by G’Ra Asim

Morning after vernacular on the tip of my tongue
‘Cause it’s so spectacular to be so well hung
And to know I’ll get back to her
While the night is still young
But the chance I’ll make mistakes
Is a chance I’ll have to take

Will it change in the end, though?
It’s a steady crescendo
So be cool, keep pace, make haste
This bittersweet acquired taste
Is all that’s left of you and me
And maybe we’re all better off that way

And the older my shoulder gets
The colder the chips
That I gamble with bolder lips
And a holster of quips
Fallen soldiers will smolder
Ailing relationships
And my gift of gab’s a curse
But I could have it worse

Is it the first sip that loosens these lips
Or the dregs of the drink that begs you to think
It’s for kicks you’re turning these tricks
When the keg’s in the sink you edge to the brink
Of reason and back again

Will it change in the end, though?
It’s a steady crescendo
So be cool, keep pace, make haste
This bittersweet acquired taste
Is all that’s left of you and me
And maybe we’re all better off that way

When the sun goes down
It’s bottoms up
Until she’s easy on the eyes
But so hard on my luck