You Are the Dream Star

by Cheap Haircuts

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about

What are the events that define your life? To this question most people would probably respond reflexively with big-ticket items like breakups, graduations, marriage, etc., but how much do those things really shape your outlook, the way you interact with the world? There is, perhaps, a case to be made that far more influential to your life are small things; trivial, familiar things. The way sleep feels better when you’re blowing something off. The way you always burn your popcorn because you get distracted and leave it in the microwave too long. The way you’ve been obstinately refusing to update your phone software because you’re annoyed by the little pop-up messages trying to impose their will on you. These things, perhaps, are much more “you” than how you present yourself on important days; days you know to be important; “you’ll remember this day for the rest of your life” days.

This is an album for ordinary days. For days you while away performing slight variations on the same tasks. For days you spend in their entireties looking forward to something else. This album was written by four guys who got together sporadically over a summer to play Mario Party, watch “Cheers,” and jam. There were no great, theatrical events experienced during its creation, yet this album is very earnestly ours. In these songs there exists a reverie, a memory of a summer spent goofing off with friends; we can’t wait to hear the memories you make while listening to it. So listen. Listen in class when the teacher isn’t looking. Listen in your car with the windows down. Listen during all the ordinary days that comprise your extraordinary life so that one day, years from now, you might hear one of these songs by chance and smile the way you do when you return to a familiar place. (--Travis)

credits

released February 29, 2016

Mitchell McDonough- vocals, guitars
Travis Klein- guitars, vocals
Michael Baldwin- drums, trumpet, piano
Denver Jayroe- piano

Recorded/mixed/mastered in the summer of 2015
by Michael Briggs at Civil Recording
Denton, Tx

Album artwork/putting up with us/filling in on piano when Denver is being lame and has to "study" because he "wants to do well in school" and get a good "job" or whatever: Caroline Piazza

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Track Name: Madeline
I think of you most often when I'm driving down the highway.
All the cars that are surrounding me are seeing people I won't see.
I find comfort in knowing everyone has someone to run to.
Even you.

I held your hand the tightest when we would watch scary movies
because you'd know how I'd get sometimes with the afterlife,
and I don't want to think about that until I am 23, or not at all.
But cuz I have to:

Spellcheck my obituary, I don't want that guy to lose his job

And I lose myself most often making nonsense about problems
that are not affecting me in any way.
I cannot stay alone with myself for longer than a second.
My mind jumps to conclusions I'm too afraid to say.

Spellcheck my obituary, I don't want that guy to lose his job.
And maybe later we could all hang out together,
but for right now it just feels too wrong.

But, you could come over and we could dance.
We could make out or shake hands.
You wanna talk it out?
Or do you wanna block it out?
You're the book I couldn't read cuz I skipped right to the ending.
You wanna block it out?
Or do you wanna talk it out?
You wanna block it out?

Spellcheck my obituary, I wouldn't want that guy to lose his job.
And maybe later we could all hang out together,
but for right now it just feels too wrong.
Track Name: Going to Alaska
I keep looking at the night sky, trying to come to resolutions
about the purpose of my life or some evil institution.
But I always end up sitting with my head in my hands,
saying, "I guess there are a few things I'll never understand."

I met a girl on an airplane--I think her name was Maggie--
and we talked for a little while. It was the realest conversation I'd had in months.
I don't know what it is about me,
but I always think my good friends would be better off without me.

So I'll leave.
Maybe I'll move to Alaska
and live like a poet
but know that I don't know shit, no.
In ten years, I'll be dead
or in a cubicle,
and I don't know which one scares me more.
I don't know which one scares me more.

Don't give up on me 'til I do.
I think I'll know when it's that time.

So I'll leave.
Maybe I'll move to Alaska
and live like a poet
but know that I don't know shit, no.
In ten years, I'll be dead
or in a cubicle,
and I don't know which one scares me more.
I don't know which one scares me more.
Track Name: We're Becoming Distant
Like ghosts we haunt this house
slipping through the nooks and the cracks of the
floorboards we grew up on but no longer feel attached.
And I understand now what it is you meant when you said,
"who wants to live forever if living forever is just this?"

But really, I don't blame you for feeling the way you do right now,
cuz we could rewatch our favorite shows and stop thinking how
we are growing apart.

For whatever reason
I can no longer sleep in anymore.
For whatever reason
we're becoming distant.

So I'll go and be around people and social events to
keep me occupied for now.
Because you know I hate talking about the future
and cannot stand the past.
I'm glad the good things don't last
and that I learned that early on.

So, for whatever reason
I can no longer sleep in anymore.
For whatever reason
we're becoming distant.

We are growing apart.
Track Name: The American Education System
The american education system says that I'm a grown up.
So I guess that means I'll quit smoking
and learn to keep my big mouth shut.
Sure aint for you.
Sure aint for me.
It's for the way that I pretend I want to be perceived.

I've been thinking that I'm worthless; I know I'm not worthless,
but it's a constant struggle between binge drinking or churches.
If the offering plate comes my way I want to feel so ecstatic,
like I did in second grade.

So three cheers for whatever it is that gets you by.
Because it's okay to feel okay all the time.

I look forward to the day that I can buy mom a car.
She knows I'd always visit if she wasn't so far.
She says, "Mitchell write some Christian songs!
songs that I could sing to my classroom of 5th graders
and teach them holy things."

I wanna wake up every morning and know that who I am
is exactly who I wanna be.
I might crash, I'll still land on my feet.
I've learned that we're all honeybees:
JUST CUZ WE DON'T GET RECOGNITION,
WELL THAT, THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT
WE'RE NOT IMPORTANT.

So do whatever you have to
to get by.
Cuz it's okay to feel okay all the time.

I know that sometimes it gets rough.
You'll lose sight of yourself;
you don't think that you're enough
to your closets friends or family.
Just know that to someone you are everything.
Track Name: Sailor Moon
I'm a sucker for a girl who reads Sylvia Plath
and can probably kick my ass--loves to talk about movies
with a bottle of wine in a half-working jacuzzi.
Let's pop bubbles like our problems.
It's not like we were ever gonna solve them.
And if we get bored we can spend some money, or take out
loans like the roaring 20's.

I cannot wait to liquidate some stocks for you.

Dark hair, dark eyes, here I go again.
I bet on black and red but I never win.
I can tell your patience is running thin
with me and my band and my stupid friends.

When I'm around you...
for some reason I can barely breathe.
Yet I catch my breath.

We're the best tax write-off in this Government.

I cannot wait to liquidate some stocks for you.
You're smoother than Federer's follow through,
cooler than the first woman on the moon.
Yet somehow my words sound dull and flat,
but girl I need you like The Fair Employment Act.

My mouth is focused on your jaw,
You're saying words I've never pronounced.
You are so beautiful and profound.
I hope no one else finds out.
My mouth is focused on your jaw,
You're saying words I've never pronounced.
I'd be pissed off if anyone else were ever to find that out.

I cannot wait to liquidate some stocks for you.
You're smoother than Federer's follow through,
cooler than the first woman on the moon.
Yet somehow my words sound dull and flat,
but girl I need you like The Fair Employment Act.
Track Name: Arizona Tea
I miss the smell of leather and coffee
when my mom was driving me to school.
And I miss thinking I was a badass
for texting in class; I'm breaking all the rules.
And I miss the way we were
when we fought for things we didn't know for sure.
And I even miss puberty,
when everyone else was as confused as me.

And I miss when getting a B in history
was the biggest concern on my mind,
not whether my degree is obsolete.

I miss the awkward parties
where the guys and girls broke into separate camps.
And I miss freaking out before a concert
and proudly bearing my "under 18" stamp.
And I miss all the stupid rumors
and when people still got my sense of humor
and the tension when the phone would ring
and getting all worked up over the dumbest things.

And I miss having a heart attack
when the girl I like-liked texted me back,
not hoping she don't want to sleep alone.

And I miss my fresh-faced effervescence
in the happy nightmare of adolescence.
Now I'm one of the adults I used to scorn.

We're not the kids that we used to be,
sneaking R-rated movies and drinking Arizona Tea.
I didn't ask to grow up, but it's happening.

So soak up every minute,
cuz you don't know it's the time of your life when you're in it,
and, by the time you look up,
it'll be gone.
Track Name: So We Won't See Our Shadows
Recounting every second of my life...
I'm in a Sundance movie.
In and out of frame I change the theme
like it meant nothing to me.
I'm a filter for a cigarette that's
already been put out.
I'll hold up my accomplishments, however few,
and feel so goddamn proud.

And you don't know me.
But I don't know me.

When my car breaks down,
and I know it will break down,
I'll ride my bike to your house.
We can act like nothing's wrong
and block the windows.
Turn off the lights.
Hide the blinds.
So we won't see our shadows.

I get embarrassed when people say
that they've been missing me.
I get freaked out just thinking about doing ordinary things.
Like, I'm high.
then I'm not.
I'm low,
then I'm not.
I just wanna find a middle ground where sometimes I don't feel distraught.

When my car breaks down,
and I know it will break down,
I'll ride my bike to your house.
We can act like nothing's wrong
and block the windows.
Turn off the lights.
Hide the blinds.
So we won't see our shadows.

I can hardly leave my room most days.
Most days I'm afraid of people, or plans, or friends I've made.
I would pay someone to rip my heart out.
Give it to someone who actually needs it.

And when my car breaks down,
and I know it will break down,
I'll ride my bike to your house.
We can act like nothing's wrong
and block the windows.
Turn off the lights.
Hide the blinds.
So we won't see our shadows.
We won't see our shadows.
Track Name: Crop Top II: The Reckoning
(ARE YA READY BRIGGS? YEP!
WHOO
WHOO
WHOO!)

I'll cut my hair off
you'll wear a crop top.
We can do anything, anything that you want.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter to me

We can buy a two person bike,
wonder if the punch is spiked,
we can do anything, anything that you'd like.
It doesn't matter, I'm easy to please

But now there's strangers in my kitchen.
And they love to talk,
they love to talk about you,
and give me advice on what i should or shouldn't do.

Now it is Sunday.
You're talking with your friends.
I'm thinking about you.
You're thinking of the weekend.
It can't come sooner.
You can't come sooner to me.

I can't make up my mind.
I got too much time.
To sit and wonder, wonder if you're fine.
Who are you with?
Are you thinking of me?

But now there's strangers in my kitchen.
And they love to talk,
they love to talk about you,
and give me advice on what i should or shouldn't do.

So why cant I admit you're on my mind all the time?
Track Name: Bear Hugs
Today when I woke up I actually fell out of bed and hit my head.
It felt like dying.
Kinda wish that I was dead.

I need a pretty girl with curly hair
whose hobbies include
putting up with me.

I don't know who I am. (!!!)
I hate writing my own name.
Putting thoughts into action was never really my thing.

It's apathetic,
no maybe it's indifference.
Pills are the culprit.

And I've spoken all my life to shoot for the stars
and do whatever it is that makes you feel happy.
But now I'll settle for $7.25,
take smoke breaks, waste Obama's time.
Slowly start to bend,
I might break.

I don't need people reminding me that things didn't go as planned.
I'm really fine.
I know when summer comes I'll be singing every night,
so if I seem distant
or kind of like a prick
well that's because I am.

I'm almost always alone and it's really, really cold.
All my life decisions are under my volition;
I want someone who craves juxtaposition
or bear hugs.
Now I'm open for love.
I have vices I gotta get rid of.

I'd put 20 bucks you're out drinking with your friends
(who you despise),
or taking 100 photos to find the right light
(for instagram).
But if I had the money,
well, I already spent it.
You and I both know that,
and I hate how much you know about me.
Track Name: Paper Cuts
Like a book that I have already read
I haven't touched you in forever,
You still pass through my head.

I got these paper cuts on my fingers but
you're the only thing that could cut through my head.

I can't take the way you fall asleep on my shoulder.
I love you.
I think.

I get strep throat at least 4 times a year,
and it's probably from you,
but hell like I care.
And I swear,
oh god I swear,
that in end I hope it's just me and you there.

I can't take the way you fall asleep on my shoulder.
I love you.
I think.
But you're in love with me,
I'm in love with me,
and I can't have both of those things.

I don't rely on anyone anymore.