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Bomb the Music Industry!

Bomb the Music Industry! (commonly abbreviated as BtMI!) was a band from Baldwin, Nassau County, New York. They wrote, produced, recorded, and distributed all of their music under the leadership of songwriter and producer Jeff Rosenstock. Rosenstock and several other contributors were previously members of The Arrogant Sons of Bitches. As that band was breaking up, Rosenstock recorded the first BtMI! song, "Sweet Home Cananada," using his PowerBook's built-in microphone. "I wrote that song and put it out to see if anybody wanted it. That was how it started, people showed interest and I like recording stuff."The band was known for their DIY punk ethic, embodied in actions such as distributing six albums worth of their own material for free on their website, an… more »

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2011

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Your floor felt like falling backwards in a steady slipstream
The lazy tide is bringing me to shore
Eighty degree water, I see right to the bottom
Take the pressure off for good
Don't give me any more

Give me the worst sleep spots, corners to get stuck in
Pump me full of friends and alcohol
And I'll be thinking of you long after the night's through
Long after I'm peeled off of the wall and shipped to Brooklyn

And it might be 'cause I'm not alone
But this vacation feels more like home
Than habitually checking my phone for texts
I won't respond to from people I don't talk to

In truth, December destroyed me
January crushed me
By February, I was not myself
March rolled in like beatings and rolled out like a bear hug
In April I stared out the window for a fucking month

I don't want October
I don't want November
I don't want to feel those crippling blows
That I can't explain to myself, my friends or you
So I soften them with hours of Nintendo

And it might be 'cause I'm not alone
But this vacation feels more like home
Than refreshing e-mails I won't respond to
From people I don't talk to

Please give me Caye Caulker, my feet in the water
Someone who doesn't yawn when I go on
And I'll be thinking of her long after the summer
Long after the crowd is bored and talking shit
And moved away and everybody's gone
So the winter never kills me
Winter won't kill me

So the winter never kills me

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