Philadelphia Nights

by Nathan Gepper

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Songs recorded in my first 4 years of living in Philadelphia. Lost of reflection and hope.

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released December 14, 2016

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Track Name: Goodbye, Ohio
I lost my mode of transportation, but that's okay
The beauty of the situation is that I'm here to stay
How long 'til that integration? It's hard to say
I'll need some will and concentration to find my way

You may call it just flirtation, it's more than that
In love with my infatuation, I'm staying at her flat
She offers me edification, you can't top that
Happy with this precipitation and where I'm at

All I know is I had to go away from there
And all I hope is I find somewhere for me to stay

I needed revitalization, I may've found it here
Undergoing reexamination, trying to hide my fears
Bottling my soul for fermentation while I'm drinking beers
Joy will be my inebriation for many years

All I know is had to go away from there
And all I hope is I find somewhere for me to stay

I had to go, Ohio
Still love you so, Ohio
But I had to go, Ohio

Feels like emancipation, I'm feeling free
Experiencin' exhileration, finally livin' for me

Livin' for me (Goodbye, Ohio)
Finally livin' for me
Track Name: Numbers Define "Success"
Inbetween permanent addresses
Cleaning up our old messes
And I must confess, I'm starting to feel the stress
Why are some blessed with automatic excess
While, on the other hand, most are given less?

Numbers define "success"
Depends who you're trying to impress
You can spend all of your money on a designer dress
And get chased around by the associated press
You can caress your ego and finesse

Some people have cash to invest
Others work so much they can't rest
So self-obsessed there's a market for silicone breasts
No wonder so many of us are so depressed
We're living in a system we detest

Now I finally have a place to call home
A room and a bed of my own
Silly to think of all of the money I've blown
I want to go back to school, but first I'll have to get a loan
I guess that'll be my next stepping stone
Track Name: California Dreaming
You were standin' on the corner
At the bus stop of your mind
Backpack 'round your shoulders
Cigarette in your hand
All your friends were drivin' by in cars
Wonderin' where they're goin'
A bus ticket 'hind your ear
Movin' where the wind is blowin'

You were tired of this life
Where you work until you die
Needed to find some kind of wife
Whom you could laugh with 'til you cry

Boy, you took that Greyhound
As far West as you could
Pacific in your retinas
Man, you sure felt good
Cruisin' down the Highway 1
Like you've never felt alone
Baskin' in the California sun
You were never going home

You had found that other life
Where no one ever dies
You were at the highest heights
Where everybody tries
California dreamin'
No deeper meanin'
West Coast hopin'
Need that ocean
You were never the same
You were never the same
Track Name: I'll Try to Keep it Real
I'll be the left to your right
the day to your night
I'll be the shrink to your grow
the yes to your no
I'll be the up to your down
sky to your ground
I'll be the dark to your light
the wrong to your right
I'll be to tell to your show
suck to your blow
I'll be the smile to your frown
quiet to your loud

I'll be the moon to your Sun
boredom to your fun
I'll be the low to your high
the how to your why
I'll be the hands to your feet
the fair to your cheat
I'll be the lost to your won
the back to your front
I'll be the yours to your my
the peace to your fight
I'll be the mess to your neat
plant to your meat

but I'll try to keep it real
I'll always keep it real, atleast I'll try
but I'll always keep it real
until the day that I die
but I'll try to keep it real
Track Name: Like an Atom Bomb
Hey there, little girl - are you afraid of this world?
'Cause you know, little girl - y'should be afraid of this world.
'Cause you know how people tend to be
And you know soon nothin's gonna be free

It'll come on strong
Like an atom bomb
And if the blast don't get ya
The poison will

Each new generation's more enabled than the last
Done learnin' anything from the mistakes of our past
'Cause you know somethin's gonna go wrong
And baby, you know that it won't be long

It'll come on strong
Like an atom bomb
And if the blast don't get ya
The poison will

You've got no control now
Could be any day now
Track Name: I'm Sorry, Mom
I'm not sure why I don't call you anymore
I wouldn't want to let you down
What with my track record, all of my stupid mistakes
All my fucking around...

I really miss you
And I love you
I'm sorry, Mom

I'm doing well now, I've got a nice girlfriend
I know you'll like her, when we see eachother again
How's Kansas City? And your grandchildren?
I know you'll miss me, I'll come see you, I just don't know when

You're my mother
And I'm your son
I can't believe myself
And what I've done
I really miss you
And I love you
I'm sorry, Mom, for anything I've done wrong

You know what I've been through, You were always there
I could always stay with you
Whenever I was scared
Now I feel guilty and disconnected
And if I've ever made you cry just know I've never meant it

I'm not a rock-star like you thought I'd be
But here's a song I wrote to you from me
I used to blame you for my being crazy
I forgive you, I'm sorry I'm lazy
I hope you'll forgive me for everything I've done
Everything I haven't, and for being so dumb
I really love you, I really do
I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you
I really miss you
and I love you
Track Name: Smartphone Culture
Every morning when I wake up I immediately check my phone
I don’t even think I know anyone who owns a real watch anymore
Gotta check my social media applications and whatever else
I’m a slave to the screen in my pocket that I pay for every month

We live in a smart-phone culture now
The people walk alone looking down at their phones
Take a hike through the city
It’s pretty plain to see
An earbud in either ear
Both eyes locked on a screen

Once I’m up and showered it’s time to get on my new laptop
Gotta check up on the websites I already looked at when I woke up
Maybe I got a new like or two on Facebook or Instagram
I’d better show people what I ate today so they know how cool I am

We live in a smart-phone culture now
The people walk alone looking down at their phones
Take a hike through the city
It’s pretty plain to see
An earbud in either ear
Both eyes locked on a screen

Once I’m bored from browsing the web it’s time to turn on the tube
Browse the new movies on Netflix while I try to decide what to do
Maybe I’ll go out and drink, maybe I’ll go out and eat
Either way I know I’ll be comforted by at least one TV

We live in a smart-phone culture now
The people walk alone looking down at their phones
Take a hike through the city
It’s pretty plain to see
An earbud in either ear
Both eyes locked on a screen

We’re all internet addicts
Pretentious hipster fucks
All the knowledge of the world
At our very own fingertips

We’re all addicted to something
May as well be zeros and ones
Personal profiles and pictures
Straining our eyes

We’re just straining our minds
And straining our eyes
And numbing our minds
We’re numbing ourselves
Track Name: The Crew
I remember going to concerts
in Cleveland and Columbus
Seeing those bands live
really brought out the best in us
The Ex at the Grog Shop,
Shellac at the Beachland
I was saving all my money
trying to go every weekend

Most of my favorite bands
I saw 'em in Ohio
A lot of my favorite friends
live there too
Nearly all my memories
were formed in Ohio
Now we're all spread out
across the United States (no longer a crew)

I remember riding to Toledo
all cramped in the pickup truck
In the back slammin' Red Stripes,
we could never get enough
Goblincock was drunk as fuck
Rob Crow broke his Iceman
Bryan took that guitar
and snuck it out to the "BUDMAN"

Most of my favorite bands
I saw 'em in Ohio
A lot of my favorite friends
live there too
Nearly all my memories
were formed in Ohio
Now we're all spread out
across the United States (no longer a crew)
Track Name: Precious Indie Rock Must Die
This song starts off rather contentiously
A dreamer is dreaming it
Rhyming words with “pretentiously”
He gets up, walks forward toward lucidity
A carnival, a pirate ship
Meandering stupidity

Precious indie rock must die
Hyper-literate, clitoris pop
with abstract fairy-tale vibes
Precious indie rock must die
It’s time to start rockin’ and rollin’ again
And stray away from the hive

Part way through the song gets more intricate
The drums and bass come in
And he tries to sound articulate
Now he’s flying unselfconsciously through the air
but he’s afraid to look down
at the electric chair

Precious indie rock must die
Ear-pleasing melodies
That make you want to bust out and fuckin' cry
Precious indie rock must die
Enough of this trite silliness
We’ve all got bigger fish to fry

He’s landed on a bridge
Full of lollipops and synths
He laughs and prances ‘round
But he trips and skins his shin
He doesn’t know a punk’s
Got a sniper scope on him

That’s when precious indie rock got killed
The punk rocker pulled the trigger
Splattered that hipster’s brains all over the road
The editors at Pitchfork cried
They said, “No, we just got something in our eyes..”
And we listened to real rock and roll music again
Track Name: Live Your Life for You
You gotta do what you got to do
You gotta make them choices for yourself
You know who you're livin' for
You gotta live your life for you
What you doin' for yourself?
You gotta put yourself in front of everybody else
You gotta trust in your heart
You gotta live your life for you

I was laying in the middle of the road
My mind was racing like two rednecks in their pickup trucks
I was drunk, I was stoned, I was feeling all alone
It didn't matter if I died that night
Was I right, was I wrong? I admired the stars as they shone
I tried to remember the last 5 years of my life
All alone gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned
It really didn't matter if I died that night
Track Name: The Last Grin You Ever Grin
Wipe that smile off your motherfucking face, boy
May be the last grin you ever grin
Wipe that motherfucking smile off your face, boy
May be the last grin you ever grin

Motherfucker fucked my girlfriend 'hind my back
Motherfucker couldn’t look me in the eyes
Motherfucker hid in his room for months
Motherfucker, you are whom I despise

Motherfucker was making threats at me
Motherfucker said I shouldn’t of even known
Motherfucker’s still hiding in his room
Motherfucker, you are whom I loathe

So wipe that smile off your motherfucking face, boy
May be the last grin you ever grin
Wipe that motherfucking smile off your face, boy
May be the last grin you ever grin

Motherfucker, you aren’t the only one
Another motherfucker’s gonna get his too
This motherfucker fingered my friend in her sleep
Motherfucker, you are fucking through

Motherfucker’s got fucked up eyes and mind
Motherfucker straight-up denied the crime
Motherfucker, I was right next to you
Motherfucker, you’re lucky you’re alive

So wipe that smile off your motherfucking face, boy
May be the last grin you ever grin
Wipe that motherfucking smile off your face, boy
May be the last grin you ever grin

You stupid motherfuckers
You never fucking learn
I know I’m not the only one
Who can’t wait to watch you burn
I don’t believe in karma
used to be a pacifist
but now my mind is made
and it’s time to use my fists
so watch your back, motherfucker
I may be in your town
creeping up behind you
ready to strike you down

So wipe that smile off your motherfucking face, boy
May be the last grin you ever grin
Wipe that motherfucking smile off your face, boy
May be the last grin you ever grin
The last grin you ever grin
The last grin you ever grin
The last grin you ever grin
Track Name: Start Writing for You
Atleast I write straight from my heart
And what the fuck do you do?
You write your songs for other people,
How about you start writing for you

Atleast I play straight from my heart
And what the fuck do you do?
You need a specific key to play in
Any god damn one of your tunes

My songs are never perfect
but nothing ever is
atleast I have something to say
even if it sounds like shit

atleast I sing with my own voice
instead of affecting it
I may never be in key
but I'm not trying to write a hit

Atleast I write straight from my heart
And what the fuck do you do?
You write your songs for other people,
How about you start writing for you!

My songs are never perfect
but nothing ever is
atleast I have something to play
even if it does sound like shit

Atleast I leave my mistakes in it
Instead of perfecting it
I may never be in time
I'm not trying to write a hit

Atleast I write straight from my heart
And what the fuck do you do?
You write your songs for other people,
How about you start writing for you

My songs are never perfect
But, hey, nothing ever is
Atleast I have something to say
Even if it sounds like shit

Atleast I sing with my own voice
Instead of affecting it
I may never be in key
I'm not trying to write a hit

Atleast I write straight from my heart
And what the fuck do you do?
You write your songs for other people,
How about you start writing for you

Atleast I play straight from my heart
And what the fuck do you do?
You need a specific key to play in
Any god damn one of your tunes

Atleast I write straight from my heart
And what the fuck do you do?
You wrote your songs for other people,
How about you start writing for you
How about you start writing for you
How about you start writing for you
I want to hear what you've got to give