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WCYF

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"WCYF inhabits the zone in which punk's insistent riffs and smart-ass stance - the title stands for "We're Collider... You're Fucked" - morph into power-pop's penchant for catchy tunes. The production savvy of T. Erdelyi, a.k.a. Tommy Ramone, enhances the impact of keytar-playing singer Jed Davis's sugarcoated spitballs." - Time Out New York

"It’s surprising that on record Collider sounds far less like the Ramones then one's led to think. Davis’ past as an indie singer / songwriter has developed his rapid-fire vocals and smartass lyrics into something entirely his own. The feature that his songwriting does share with the pioneering Queens band is a love for sugary 50s-60s pop... This is pop-punk, but it’s written with more skill than a lot of the young bands that crowd the genre." - Punknews

"There is an infectious quality to WCYF—while only a six-song EP, it will compel its audience and demand repeated listenings to a no less fervent degree than a full-length CD would. And with influences that run the range from greats like the Ramones to the equally incredible Elvis Costello, you know these guys have their heads in the right place." - CultureDose.net
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released 01 September 2003
© 2003 Jed Davis
Cover art by Arturo Vega
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Track Name: 1991
We are the products of coincidence
Of non-events
Of 1991.
Rock the record stores and concert halls
We know it all
We rule
Forevermore.
Sing the ballads of the big-haired bands
Throw up your hands
And watch the world move on.
Say goodbye and become the past
The long-lost class
Of '91
Yeah
We were the first and the last and the only
Hearing in surround sound
Seeing in 3-D
We discovered shopping malls.
We invented rock and roll.
We perfected loneliness.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little emo kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
When the radio's on
But the passion is gone
When the music changes and leaves you
Wherever you are.
We're the fashion victims of coincidence
The consequence
Of 1991.
The pants grew to enormous size
Now vacant eyes
They mark us
Dead and gone.
You little fuckers get a few short years
Then check back here
We'll see how far you fell.
'Cause everybody ends up just like this
And no one listens
When you tell 'em
We were the first and the last and the only
Hearing in surround sound
Seeing in 3-D
We discovered cigarettes.
We invented loneliness.
We perfected rock and roll.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little hip-hop kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
To be caught unawares
In a musical chairs
When the record stops and leaves you
Wherever you are.
Wherever you are.
In 1991 they put the first man on the moon.
In 1991 Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
In 1991 some monkeys learned to walk upright.
In 1991 God said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT"
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little emo kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
And all the little hip-hop kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
And all the little raver kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
But they'll learn
How it feels to be lost
Ten years out from your prime
Wondering was it the people?
The place?
Or the time?
In a hole like an outline
Of someone long gone
With a memory that grays to a haze
After '91.
Track Name: If They Don't Come Back
Oh shit
I guess I meant all those things I said
Out in the parking lot on lunch break
Oh shit
I guess I meant the part about your smile
And the way it made my heart ache
Now I wish those words were only words
They were the stupidest things I ever said or heard

If you love someone, set them free
And if they don't come back, then you're fucked forever

Oh shit
I guess I meant all those things I said
On our one-month anniversary
Oh shit
I guess I meant the part about the way
I would lose it if you left me
Now I wish those words were only words
They were the truest things I ever said or heard

If you love someone, set them free
And if they don't come back, then you're fucked forever
And ever and ever, Amen

And the tide rolls out
And it won't come in again
And the sun goes down
And it won't come up again
Not even if you cry
Call her name, or catch her eye
When you screw up this bad
You don't get to say goodbye

If you love someone, set them free
And if they don't come back, then you're fucked forever
If you love someone, set them free
And if they don't come back, it's 'cause there's someone better
Well I set you free, yeah, now how about that?
And if you don't come back, then you suck forever.
Track Name: Mock Cheer
When the world's biggest dork takes the microphone
When the spotlight shines on him and him alone
He braces for the unknown
Hand like an eyeshade to dim the flash
Quick flicker nose picker picked last
Flashbacks flicker past
He could bomb like a locker stink bomb
Like a water bomb, like an F-bomb
Flaming front-door shit bomb
The world's biggest dork takes the microphone
When the spotlight shines on him and him alone
Stifle your collective groan and
Mock cheer
Let the world hear
Why is he up there?
I got no idea.
So get your bitch on
This oughtta be fun
He really thinks that
He's gonna get some.
All you pretty girls, you can condescend
To roll your eyes back, squeal and pretend
Think about your boyfriend
The world's biggest dork takes the microphone
When the spotlight shines on him and him alone
Stifle your collective groan and
Mock cheer
Let the world hear
Why is he up there?
I got no idea.
Oh that's precious
He's so impressive
And you're so clever
Passive-aggressive
Don't have to clap with your right hands
Don't have to put him in your plans
Don't have to catch what he has
Don't have to mean it when you say he isn't so bad
Get on your knees, he's the savior
Get on your best behavior
C'mon and do the freak a favor
Tomorrow you can take it back and say whatever whatever whatever
Mock cheer over here over there wave your hands in the air 'cause you care
Oh, I know you don't care.
Mock cheer blue cheer blue tears of a clown
All the world love an upside-down frown-lined forehead foreplay dead roll over stop drop circle circle dot dot now you got you got the cootie shot the booty hot the beauty the cuties you got the rock out with your cock out you got the Moxie got the
Mock cheer
Let the world hear
Why is he up there?
I got no idea.
You cannot ruin
That shit he's doin
So cut him deeper
Than merely booing
Don't have to clap with your right hands
Don't have to put him in your plans
Don't have to catch what he has
Don't have to mean it when you say he isn't so bad
Half a life is lying
The other half, justifying
'Cause there are no points for trying
And this is not the set of arms you want to die in.
It's not the set
It's not the set
It's not the set
It's not the set
It's not the set
It's not the set
Of arms
You want
To die in.
Track Name: God Bless Us Anyway
This is going out to my brothers in the new school
All the white boys with the dreads and the Korn tattoos
Because youth and friendship and Korn are forever

This is going out to my brothers in the old school
Rockin in their ratty denim jackets with the Kiss backpatches
Still drunk behind the bleachers nine years after the fact

God bless America.

God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America now right now right NOW!

This is going out to my brothers in the small towns
Faces painted up for the big game, cheering in the pouring rain
This is for the kids mowing lawns and selling lemonade

This is going out to my brothers in the big, big city
Sipping tea at Barnes & Noble over deep conversation
Hoping all the hippie chicks don't notice that they're looking around

That's amore!

God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America now right now right NOW!

This is for the single mothers sitting on their front porches
Chatting in the twilight, watching all the street lamps brighten
Over five little girls playing Double Dutch out in the street

This is for the waitresses slaving on the night shift at Denny's
And the off-duty cops sipping coffee at the counter
Next to the college freshman trying coffee for the very first time

Lots of milk and sugar, kid.

God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America
God, God, God bless America now right now right NOW!

This is for the big-haired ladies in the sports bars
Hitting on the Wall Street kids pimping like they've got expensive cars
Get her drunk enough and she won't notice it's a Nova

This is for the comic book girl that I once knew
Even though I never met another woman like you
I know it's a great big country and the odds are in my favor

This is going out to my brothers in the new school
All the white boys with the dreads and the Korn tattoos
Because youth is temporary, but a memory is forever

This is going out to my brothers in the old school
Rockin in their ratty denim jackets with the Kiss backpatches
Still drunk behind the bleachers nine years after the fact

God bless us anyway.

God, God, God bless us anyway
God, God, God bless us anyway
God, God, God bless us anyway now right now right now
That's an order!
God, God, God bless us anyway
God, God, God bless us anyway
God, God, God bless us anyway now right now right NOW NOW NOW NOW!

God bless America
God bless us, everyone
God bless us, anyone
God bless us anyway.
Track Name: Aftermath
I always knew what you would say
I always asked you anyway
I built a bunker for the aftermath
I took a mental photograph
To carry with me always.

And with the first bell of the fall
I prayed to see you in the hall
And just like autumn, we come 'round again
Make sympathetic sounds again
And settle into old ways

Baby with your hair like fire
Like the torch I will carry forever
Light the years of unheeded omens
Pull me back, leave me trapped in a long-ago moment
Dance upon this hallowed ground
Cut into this long-fallow ground
And make my soul shake at the sound of your voice

The strangest time for it to end
Becomes the perfect time to end
And just like summer, we come 'round again
Like school, we let it out again
We lock up and go our ways.
Track Name: Say Yeah
1-2-3-4

Tonight gotta do her homework
Friday going to the concert
Next week she is babysitting
Next month anything can happen
Hide out behind the supermarket
She tried to ditch me at the arcade
Now I wanna send a dozen roses
Follow her home to see where she lives

Do you wanna take a ride?
Do I get a chance?
I want I wanna take you to the high school dance
Do you wanna take a ride?
Do I get a chance?
I want I wanna kiss you at the high school dance

Please don't leave me all alone
I'll go mental on my own
Say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah baby, c'mon