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Track: Nausea
Artist: Jeff Rosenstock
Album: We Cool?

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Name: Jeff Rosenstock
Spotify Genres: folk punk, indie punk, power pop
Followers: 154,370
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Punk musician from Long Island, New York, born September 7th, 1982. He runs [l189247] & [l259412].

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Release: Jeff Rosenstock - Nausea
Year: 2015
Genres: Rock
Styles: Power Pop, Pop Punk

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LYRICS

Held in a bong hit, sitting in a
Hot tub in south Wisconsin. I feel
amazing when I'm all alone
switching between porn and Robocop
Turned off my cellphone, drank a bottle
of wine and read a Cometbus and
Passed out naked, shriveling, stumbled
To bed in a fucked up sleepwalk

I got so tired of discussing my future
I've started avoiding the people I love
Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea.

I read the worst thing ever in a bathrobe of off-white terricloth,
Translated by technology from your voice extremely inaccurately.

I got so tired of discussing my future
I've started avoiding the people I love
Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea
Shake and sweat and I can't throw up.
I got so tired of discussing my future
That I walk through my life like I'm the only one
With evenings of silence and mornings of nausea
Shake and sweat and I can't throw up.

Cleaned up the empty bottles.
Let the smoke out through chilly windows.
I used the stationary bike
I watched the end of The Price Is Right
Ordered an egg-white sandwich and I
Drove south through mid-day traffic and I
Called up some folks I truly love and
Hung up after they said hello.

I got so tired of discussing my future
I've started avoiding the people I love
Evenings of silence and mornings of nausea
Shake and sweat and I can't throw up.
I got so tired of discussing my future
That I walk through my life like I'm the only one
With evenings of silence and mornings of nausea.