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Music To $hop To
01:35
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Superficial
00:58
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The moon laughs at my pain
She taunts me as I weep
She'll never truly understand
And the tears fall at my feet
She's far too superficial
But still can see inside of me
The moon's too far away to care
But close enough to see
So she humors me again
As I walk this world alone
She lacks emotion in her gaze
She lacks the love she's never known
And even though she'll never care
I still invoke her laughter
I tell her she's forgiven
But it doesn't really matter
No...
I said it doesn't really matter
© 2005 Jordan Schwarz/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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3. |
Spring Break!
03:10
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Yeah, I'm a loaded pistol
Fueled on Coors and crystal
Pounding shots and taking hits
And checking out your sister's tits
Never the first to vomit
Afraid of walk-in closets
Circle jerk with all my friends
And then pretend it wasn't them
A tribal upper arm tattoo
My masculinity to prove
Self-reflection leads to fear
I'd rather have another beer
Graduated from Bellarmine
Craving kegs and lesbians
Now I'm here at Chico State
And just in time for your spring break
FRAT BOY!
I don't mean to be a prick
If I could only get a grip
Tighten my hands around your neck and squeeze the bitch right out of you
FRAT BOY!
Now you're pregnant with my kid
Just how is that little shit?
He'll never suckle your tit with the same bitter tenderness that I used to
I know what all the girls think
It's my fraternal instinct
What they want and really need
Is just to get down on their knees
I get 'em drunk and naked
'Till they're completely wasted
Pretend to pay attention
Disguising my intentions
Just slip a pill into their cup
In case they start to sober up
It doesn't matter what I say
They won't remember anyway
Another tally to my score
Be it a virgin or a whore
I might be nothing but a rapist
But in the end they always take it
FRAT BOY!
I'll flirt with you when we're in class
And then I'll fuck you in the ass
Never acknowledge you again and run my game on someone new
FRAT BOY!
We're gonna rise above the rest
Until we die with nothing left
There's nothing sacred when too drunk to fuck and full of wasted youth
I'm...so...wasted
Nothing's sacred
© 2005 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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4. |
My Favorite Tragedy
02:20
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I know, I could never truly have you
I know, I could never get so close
Just can't help feeling the way I do
Feel it from my head to my toes
CHORUS
I can't control my emotions
Oh, yes, it's true
I can't just stop the way I feel, baby
When I'm with you
I know, you would never fall so quickly
I know, I could never feel the same
Just wish I could have you here beside me, baby
Never has my heart been so untame
REPEAT CHORUS 2x
I know I could never truly have you...
© 2003 Jordan Schwarz/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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5. |
Dear Donna
02:28
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Estranged, afraid to be left alone again
If I woke myself up, would this life be for pretend?
For years I've been taunted for being strange
My heart has been raped and I fear that I'm going insane
But with the touch of your lips against my flesh
The taste of your kisses remain in my breath
You save me from myself and the world I despise
With you near, I have the motivation to abide
CHORUS:
Don't you feel scared by my affection?
Or the illusions that make me blind
But sometimes the truth's the most painful deception
I'll continue to love you within my mind...
Even if I'll never be your kind
I don't know what to await from your reaction
My intentions were to bring you satisfaction
Tell me, please, from all your peers
What makes me the one who brings no fear?
You wish for a man, I wish for your hand
But if you turn away, I will understand
For a man is one who has favorable upbringing:
Well, as for me, I'll always be a human being
REPEAT CHORUS 2x
Your head on my shoulder, I lay in confusion
Afraid if I sleep you were just an illusion
My life ticks on without your affection
I found that this was more than just a mere obsession
You dared to be different, you dared to be true
You dared to be different, you dared to be true
You dared to be different, you dared to be true
And now I'm dying because I'm in love with you
'Cause I'm in love with you (4x)
© 1999 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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6. |
Eugenocide
04:26
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Discourse full of superlatives
Targeting “inferior races”
Laws mandated and pervasive
“Gestation rejects” without favor
Sideshow “freaks” in incubators
“Retard their growth and classify them later”
CHORUS:
A law modeled to deceive
In 1933
Prevention of the “disease”
Of “defective progeny”
“The problem’s in their genes
Let’s sterilize them clean”
And what did Laughlin receive
An honorary degree
From the Nazi regime
The art of “racial cleansing”
“A subhuman species
They’re not even human beings”
Margaret Sanger’s latent message
“Let’s sterilize the poor defectives
A cost-efficient contraceptive”
“The Negroes, Jews, deformed, and homeless
Human stocks of ugly heritage”
Holocaust the same prescriptive
CHORUS 2:
A concentration of poor
A declaration of war
What California stood for
Right here on Tiergarten 4
Don’t wanna know anymore
We don’t remember anymore
A reified rhetoric
That “they have no right to live
And they won’t ever be missed”
So say the eugenicists
And we can never forget
And we can never forget
“Fitter Families” fairs and contests
Anglo-Saxon prerequisite
Pseudo-scientific bullshit
Smoking chimneys leaving traces
Of hairs and ashes but no faces
Euthanasia spares no graces
CHORUS 3:
A law modeled to deceive
In 1933
Prevention of the “disease”
Of “defective progeny”
“The problem’s in their genes
Let’s sterilize them clean”
A reified rhetoric
That “they have no right to live
And they won’t ever be missed”
So say the eugenicists
And we can never forget
And we can never forget
Never forget—that it happened here
Never forget—that it happened here
Eugenocide
Eugenocide
Your genocide
My genocide
Our genocide
Eugenocide
© 2006 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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7. |
Sign Us Up
02:33
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The pen is mightier than the surge
Your actions speak louder than your words
When opportunity knocks
Bust down the walls of friendship
You only get one shot
To burn your roots for barren respect
Get really cocky and crass
Prima Donna apprenticeship
"It's all a part of the act"
No, it's the only vestige of truth left
SIGN US UP
SIGN US UP
Don't second-guess yourself
You must be so impressed with yourself
Do whatever's best for yourself
And to hell with everybody else
Cognitive dissonance
To counteract your opportunism
With a persecuted pretense
The world owes you everything
Sounds good, but what's the catch?
You gotta keep this scene a schism
Smile, nod, and hold your tongue back
Unless you can veil the debasing
Keep it nonchalant and pompous
Calculated and self-conscious
Shift the conversation topic
Always to be me, myself, and I
Myself and me, myself, and I
Myself and me, myself, and I
Myself and me, myself, and I
SIGN US UP
Take our picture, buy our album, call the majors
SIGN US UP
Do us favors, kiss our asses, we don't know you
OPPORTUNIST
Thanks a lot, we're NVS, and to hell with all of you
© 2007 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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Positive Thinking
02:59
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Naked in a trance-like state
This coldness is contagious
And I cannot elaborate
My silence has betrayed us
Infatuations dominate
The stillness that’s surrounding
What I underappreciate
You tell me that you’re drowning
Grieving and guilty, fluorescent and filthy
Debase the only thing that’s real
In siege and in straightness, a sobering greatness
My infidelities concealed
If I’m breeding sickness, as sex as my witness
I will abominate my pride
But never revealing my ultimate feelings
Perpetuating every lie
Internal casualties and pregnancy scares
Will my infection spread if I’m unaware?
My wretched indecision in full effect
With open mouth and absent mind I try my best
Pleasures only stall the pain
My every cell succumbing
Hosting every bedroom stain
I’m slowly unbecoming
Tainted fluid in my veins
Contaminated semen
A sanctity that still remains
Now sheltering a demon
Heartless and yeaning, my innards are burning
For an imaginary friend
This wrong that I’ve done, this disease I’ve become
As I corrupt you once again
The doctor’s opinion, it’s just a opinion
Another opinion, another opinion
It’s fucking delirium
Cannot be forgiven, will not be forgiven
I’m positive I love you, despite my crimes
Your trust in me rewarded with our decline
This cancer laying dormant, metastasize
I disconnect from you and destroy your life
© 2005 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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9. |
With Sympathy
03:02
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Do you feel impatience on my part?
Could I conceive a better confrontation?
Scribblings that symbolize sensations
I tried so hard not to take you to heart
I ramble on and reminisce again
And scrutinize my lack of motivation
To conjure up a proper explanation
As to why we choose not to make amends
So fade away like all the others do
No doubt that it's a tender situation
I'm free to will any justification
But I'm tired of never finding what I lose
The self-fulfilling yet unwilling paths we choose
It carries on like a perpetual mindfuck
Consuming me like an amphetamine head rush
Committed to an unattainable construct
So why not just piss it all away?
I see you smile but all I sense is alarm
So uncomfortably numb within each other’s arms
Emotions just drain away
No calls returned, perhaps it's for the better
Just wilted jasmine and a box of letters
If she forgets, you know I'd probably let her
Memories just fade away
If I could choose my intentions
(To be the one for you, to be someone to you)
If I could lose my incentives
(To be the one for you, to be someone to you)
I can't deny that I'm protective
Paranoid and lacking perspective
I need you to fade away...
© 2004 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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10. |
TV Dinner
04:53
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Overworked
Underpaid
Locked up in this godforsaken iron cage
Full reserve
IRA
Can’t afford to let up or I’ll be replaced
Clocking out
What a day
Can’t wait to unwind in front of my display
Automate
Disengage
TV dinner welcomes with a glowing face
Remote control
Mutes the pain
Loving arms of loneliness take hold again
Turn the dial
Touch the screen
More alive than any sense of “species-being”
Filtering
What is real
Precondition everything I need to feel
Tube IV
So aesthetic
My swollen eyes are anesthetics
CHORUS:
A one-dimensional decline
The infrastructure is internalized
The individual resigns
Experiences are commodified
Second course
Substance lost
Boredom an alternative to conscious thought
Stimulate
Tantalize
Another form of anomic suicide
Falsify
Fabricate
My utensils scrape the bottom of my plate
No dessert
Full and void
I’m content to fall asleep to white noise
CHORUS:
A quantitative frame of mind
Pain and pleasure assimilate
The economy tanks but I’m feeling fine
Just as long as my paycheck provides me an escape
An escape
Any escape
Try not to think about it
Try not to think at all
Try not to sabotage the little hope I have at all
Try not to think about it
Try not to think at all
Try not to care which one of us is holding the remote control
I will consume
I will consume
Consume
© 2006 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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11. |
Excess Yourself
03:18
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Passageway to pipes and pills, open up my mind
White cancer growing faster after every single time
I'm not addicted, thoughts conflict subconsciously at will
Snorting shit, the needle drips, my cravings unfulfilled
Until I reach the heavens I must complicate this hell
Crash and burn but never learn, I can't shake off this spell
No time for tears or sweet denial, just crank my system higher
Nothing like speeding when your excesses have expired
Canker sores and chiseled features, comedown at its end
My methods are in vein as I indulge myself again
Blistering and crystallized, withered from decay
For anything I ever was I've pissed it all away
Nice guys may always finish last
But it really doesn't matter when I'm spun off my ass
I think I'll let the drugs do the talking again
I'm not a slave, I'm in control
It's just a phase, it's all I know
Don't leave me now, you're all that's left
These drugs are losing their effect
Farewell to those no longer here
So out of hope, so full of fear
Once more before I give it up
No high will ever be enough
(REPEAT)
Nice guys may always finish last
But it really doesn't matter when I'm spun off my ass
I think I'll let the drugs do the talking again
Cancer is consuming my insides
But I've got my jurisdictions and I've swallowed my pride
You've always been there, my imaginary friend
© 2004 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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12. |
Martina
02:20
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I know you're feeling very bad
I know she makes you feel like dirt
I see you dwelling on this fact
And for some time, it's going to hurt
I know you're thinking of her now
The thoughts are flashing in your eyes
I hate to see you wasting time
Wishing to believe the lies
CHORUS:
Martina (4x)
You need to give yourself a purpose
You need to find yourself a goal
I know it seems so far away
But maybe you can find your role
I wish I could do more to help
You need to give yourself some time
I'd hate to see you giving up
'Cause that would truly be a crime
REPEAT CHORUS
I know you're feeling very bad
I know she makes you feel like dirt
I see you dwelling on this fact
And for some time, it's going to hurt
I know you're thinking of her now
The thoughts are flashing in your eyes
I hate to see you wasting time
Wishing to believe the lies
REPEAT CHORUS
© 2003 Jordan Schwarz/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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13. |
Download
04:21
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My lust is subjective
A metastasizing contraceptive
I put my pleasures in perspective
With such a disengaged directive
She looks at me to some degree
Is it in fear or ecstasy?
Whilst I secrete what I’ve conceived
Irrational apologies
Molested mindset left alone, computer sex I call my own
An effigy so underage, what the monitor won’t display!
Illicit content from the net, I cannot come without its threat
My girlfriend’s knocking at the door, I wipe the bloodstains from the floor
My drug is prevention
Pacified passive aggression
Conditioned beyond any spectrum
Of pathological assessment
The female race models distaste
My ideations wear her face
A sickened therapeutic state
Delusions I must satiate
A faith in what is left to touch, artist renditions meaningless
Formaldehyde respired in shock, asphyxiated pillow talk
My penis like a leaking faucet—choking, squeezing, cannot stop it
The solitude I thought was left, rationalize but never forget
I can’t have you (REPEAT x4)
Too late for you, too late for me to still receive smothered applause
Tend to this tattered skin but cannot cleanse these bleeding retinas
Reflecting blade reveals a self-effacing, well-concealed de Sade
Credit perverse aesthetics with a misogynic menopause
Download and assimilate their pain
Devote to what I fornicate in vain
So take my hand, I’ll show and tell
You tell me what to show as well
My memories just fantasies that still remain
© 2005 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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15. |
Master Bait
03:27
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Detoxed and untangled
Sentimentally stripped and strangled
My pleasure your sickness
Penitent from enforced forgiveness
Black velvet antacids
Sadomasochism for the masses
Transparent and loathing
Preservation through fear and bloating
Look between the lines and studded leather strips you beat me with
Love is in decline but I feel favorable and fortunate
Hate is just a method of suppressed sexual candidness
Blood and sweat attest my surreal intervals of cruel excess
Withdrawn and secluded
Consciousness becomes a little intrusive
Ribbed for my protection
Guilt-stricken by an innocent erection
Facial desecration
Compliant thresholds of copulation
Transgendered and lusting
For a stranger form of freelance fucking
Other people's pleasures desperate measures to restore the thrill
Getting bored and losing interest for whatever purpose filled
No vinyl solution or illusions to pollute my drive
A tolerance for metaphoric torment I can't revitalize
© 2003 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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American Nightmare
03:07
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17. |
Pop Goes the Culture
07:51
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Is our music low or high?
What do the lyrics signify?
My agency commodified
Let's let the dead white guys decide
A path of least resistance overblown as tension
Irony undetected with every self-expression
If Adorno was here then he'd probably say
The middle finger that lingers and so proudly displayed
To the world and to yourselves
Meat market livestock overstocking retail counter shelves
Could we invoke some common sense?
And realize it's all been spent
Counterhegemonic pretense
The reason Johnny can't dissent
Pyrotechnics and spectacle, white and heterosexual
They all say, "slit your wrists with your credit card, baby!"
Essentializing oppression and heterogendered desire
A worn out rebel impression, waving the capitalist flag
Rock stars are businessmen in drag
So let's make like Great White and Billy Joel and say, "we didn't start the fire!”
C-O-N-S-U-M-E
We can shop if we want to
We can leave our friends behind
'Cause if friends don't shop, and if they don't drop
Then we'll just kill some time
I say, we can shop where we want to
Waiting single file in line
And we can act like we searched all over the world
When we really found it online
We can shop
Consume!
Now wait a minute…I don't buy that shit
A parody without a cause
Other than blurring the facade
A Kaufmann-esque performance flaw
Choosing rupture over applause
A stranger in a strange land with so many different contexts
What I don't understand I counter with hidden transcripts
Can't afford a sense of humor when too broke to sell out
So like a Frank Zappa riff, I'm gonna freak the fuck out
Is this resistance or just a contradiction I can't hide?
My politics embracing our commercial suicide
This song has more hooks than cowbell, my gaze self-reflective
I've got no feminine side but a feminist perspective
Should I not play the race card in such colorblind times
When you paint blackface on those who try to white out the lines
Pop goes the culture, everything is so crass
My tongue's so lodged in my cheek that I can taste my own ass
So read between every word, negotiate every sound
This is music as image, not the other way around
My rebel yell is strained
Yelling no no more
I used to have a brain
Well, no no more
My blue balls in such pain
I guess less is more
Pants are too tight again
Please no no more—pop goes the culture
Are you ready to pop?
If this music to rock to?
This is music to shop to
Are we so fucking worthless
Under such a spell
It takes a proof of purchase
To define ourselves?
Another weapon of the weak
So here's your fucking receipt…
The check's in the mail, agency squeezed and extracted
Undermined with each sale while being sincerely packaged
But if we're passed off as passive, who gets to make that decision?
Music meant for the masses, no matter why it was written
You can't patent meaning no matter how corporate frames it
My headphones empower while you see disengagement
I can't tell you what to find, but I find that you should tell
A culture being redefined by what we purchase and sell
I do know I'm not the only one
To disengage and to extort
I do know I'm not the only one
To sell myself so very short
I do know I'm not the only one
To make meaning hand over fist
I do know I'm not the only one
To redefine and to resist
© 2007 Walter Campbell/NVS Music, all rights reserved.
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Started in 1999, NVS is a high-energy band from San Jose, CA blending various influences to create music and lyrics encouraging thought and feeling while embodying the best aspects of late '80s/early '90s alternative rock.
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