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Grow Up Trash

by Problem Daughter

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william Keele Growing up Trash makes you feel proud to be cali to Ohio white trash. everything hits hard deep and crunchy. makes you feel like everything wrong you did can be justified by being a peice of trash that didn't know better. but life lessons and mistakes crafted you to be a "ok peice of shit" that some how makes you a better person, lover, employer, punk, helper. than anyone else. also a nice a nice album to crush beers, node too, feel pity, and be alone too <3
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Chris Best band in the Universe. It is impossible for them to write a song that won't be stuck in your head for the rest of your life. Favorite track: Tired About It.
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Bass - Regan Ashton
Guitar - Tyler Sisson
Guitar - Shane Augustus
Drums - Trey Bird

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released March 22, 2019

All songs written by Problem Daughter

Recorded, produced and mastered by Joel Pack at Rigby Road Studios.

Art and design by Trey Bird

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Problem Daughter Salt Lake City, Utah

Punk band from Salt Lake City, Utah.

"Problem Daughter takes everything great about punk and pack it into songs varied in structure and melodies that never grow redundant" - Cassie Whitt (AP Magazine)

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Track Name: Pocket Sand
I never thought I would grow up trash. A mother’s pride burnt on tinfoil. They say I’m wrong, though I’m convinced, I’m the worst there’s ever been. Am I your little brother or a waste of space? Pretty teeth in a crooked face? Every fear, every sin, the world’s guilt wrapped up in skin. What’s left to feel scorched in the sun. All your hope gets crushed to none. I’ve got two thousand years before my time roaming ends and then I can finally die a disgrace. You may want to step back because I’m blowing this place. And I’m reeling ‘cause I can’t stop fucking up. And I can’t tell you how much I miss you, though I may find the words someday, after all you’ve been through, it wouldn’t help to see me this way. And you lie, to spare everyone else. And you lie, but mostly to yourself. So how’d your week go? Disappeared within the fires of our past. Paint the seals, lock the door, phone cord wrapping tightly around my neck. And you lie, to tear apart what's left. And you lie. If I could crawl myself out of my personal hell I would like to kick myself in the face. You may want to step back ‘cause I’m blowing this place.
Track Name: Mercury in Retrograde
I’m blaming everything on mercury in retrograde and seizing every day with no accountability. I’m all about that breeze life, like throwing rocks at paper planes. It’s so damn nice to finally cheat life. Sapphire eyes, she once was a friend of mine. She’d see past time and prevent my escape. Are you alright? I lie and pretend I’ve never felt so fine. All you party people, you’ll never guess who can do a keg stand with impossible grace. Trading beer for wretched fear if they don’t like me. All you party people, tall cans and basement tattoos, her crop top and his gold rings. Identities suggest that we’re a mess designed to look our best. We cry out for our mothers but get laughed at instead because we’re too old for it. Don’t start feeling alone, stop feeling so...I’m all about that breeze life, like throwing rocks at paper planes. I’m all about that sweet life, so much I rot with cavity.
Track Name: Modern Stigmata
Take this tongue from my mouth if I'm not gonna use it this year or this month. Take this pain from my side, give it to your family and friends, all your loved ones. Just give me all your terror please or give me probable cause to need the things you want. Life moves with or without you. Don’t think, just do what you have to. Take the joy from my life. These good intentions they don't help all that much. Take my problems, count them down. I don't need more. 1-2-3-4. Just let me freeze all anxieties. Oh please remain calm while I fall apart. Life moves with or without you. Don’t think, just do what you have to. You want something that they cannot take. To feel safe in your skin before you reach your grave. ‘Cause life moves with or without you. Time leaves us feeling empty.
Track Name: Take a Walk on the Mild Side
The scar on your thigh. The tattoo on your arm. I’m cradled under your shoulder. Alive and safe from harm. Fuck life, party. Tether my sweater, I’ll stay ‘til I age. Because sleeping’s for weak men and flying’s for birds. It was easy to tell them, see this? Sit and spin. Between sharp breaths for dear life and human emissions. Oh oh, a life of insufferable rage, I’m consumed. But I can make mistakes all day, it’s like my job but I’m not getting paid. And I can fake successfully all the ways you expect me to behave. I’m going to cause a scene just like I was 18, never again will I piss clean. ‘Cause I want to sleep somewhere but nowhere with you. I want nothing from no one to tell you the truth. Except sweet sorrow and ties to cut. A long walk home. Oh oh, a life of insufferable rage, I’m consumed. What could I do to make a sad girl happy? I swear there’s nothing at all. What could I do, except say I’m with you no matter what?
Track Name: Jagweed
I’m fairly unremarkable, not scary little ghost in a wrinkled sheet. Just barely fucking tolerable and rarely do I speak beyond conceit. I used to be unstoppable, positive almost everyone liked me. A quarter of a century old spent being a jagweed. Oh well, forget it, shit’s copacetic, I mean, fuck everything, I’m not worried. Am I pathetic? Oh man, you said it, I cream in my jeans while you all call me “skin and bones” or “fucking joke”, sometimes “the biggest asshole you’ve ever known”. You’re so frenetic, I’m fucking wasted. Get out or get over it. Cut me up with razor sharp wit. Beat me senseless with self-consciousness. Hurt me with your unheard whisper or end it right now I haven’t got all damn day. I may not have what it takes. I’m not much of a fighter. To get through the day. All these days get to me. If I could avoid everything. I’ll sleep forever. What a beautiful place it’d be. What a beautiful place to lose your mind in, spend all my time with, nothing but the T.V. and when it said that I’d forget it, proved quite prophetic, the feeling of defeat, they were right to call me skin and bones, I’m skin and bones.
Track Name: Self Amusing Smile
Crows cry outside, panic fills my chest. Truth I'm terrified of any omen or a message of death. My plan? Wring their necks with bare hands and hope they never do come back. It’s best to stay inside here, effluvia fills the sky. Apostles become politicians and nothing turns out right. You don’t wanna live forever and see your loved ones die. It’s okay to hate your life, you know we all do sometimes. Empty head, a full heart, crooked fingers will trace random shapes on your back and wipe tears from off your face. Because if we gotta stay I want you to feel okay. I want to be your cigarette and weed whore, a motherfucking prince of none. I want to be your dimestore Mona Lisa, and maybe once in a great while my self-amusing smile can be your light in a dimly lit room. Is this a hopeless endeavor? You’ll never shake that plight. A valiant effort though we all know we can never win this fight. I just wanna make you happy, at least just for tonight. It’s okay to hate your life, you know we all do sometimes. Go ahead, rip apart this whole god damn state. Burn it all to the ground and wipe smiles from off their face. Because if we gotta stay I want them to feel the same. I want to beat your enemies and keep score, each and every single one. I want to be your dimestore Mona Lisa, and maybe once in a great while my self-amusing smile can be your light in a dimly lit room. My plan? Wring their necks with my bare hands and hope they never do come back. They can come knock down our doors. We’re shedding who we were before. Wave goodbye only to find they're not even mad. Your old selves looking back. Your fears, they're not tough shit anymore.
Track Name: Lancaster
Lay off the opaque intentions for fuck sake, I’ve been reading faces for weeks. I may try to scratch that itch but I don’t really fuck with technique that’s obtained without speech. I’m tired, I’m sick of always being a dick but I’m not sure what else I can say. Other than zip it, piece of shit, I can’t take more of it and pretend everything is okay. With the window wet and my last breath I draw a stupid happy face. And left it there for you all to swear it was me and I’ve finally changed. I no longer can pretend I’m the world’s greatest friend, I’ll sleep under bench seats for peace. And only show my face when we arrive someplace for drinks or for something to eat. Saying sorry from the bottom of my heart, please. I’m sorry if I joke.
Track Name: A Bastard's Hope
She says that she's a mess when I am okay. Creative ways of sabotage. I'll frown all day, I jest and fuck up my face. If it's what you’re counting on, then kill me. This anxiety is killing me, I bite my tongue and steady my pace. I shake at the thought of being alone. But what scares me the most is I know that I am. Gods or no gods, damn it all, it’s sink or swim now. Words or no words, let them bleed out and I'll let you know. Songs or no songs, nothing means a thing to me now. Depression, tooth decay, cheap drugs and anime, there’s really nothing more to me. Down this familiar road, it’s nothing I’ve been told. Round and round again, it’s nothing personal. I've emerged from out a mist to ruin all your clothes. She says that she's a mess when I am okay. Creative ways of sabotage. I'll frown all day, I jest and fuck up my face. If it's what you are counting on then kill me.
Track Name: Tired About It
Dependent like a lifeline. Falling head over heels each time I try. I thought by now I would lose interest. Cut deep, my veins like sewer pipes. I’m still kicking, I’m not done for, there’s always someone screaming that they want more. So maybe not tonight but sometime soon, they’ll see what we really are. ‘Cause we’re diamonds in dirt, pearls in the sand. Familiar like an old friend. Sweating bullets for this roulette game again. Bottled water by my bedside, mumbled words under a lamp light. Hide from the people whom I adore, there’s always someone screaming that they want more. So maybe not tonight but sometime soon, they’ll see what we really are. We’re diamonds in dirt, pearls in the sand in the palm of your hand. And I guess it’s alright that they are all blind, don’t know what’s in front of you. We’re diamonds in the dirt, we’re pearls in the sand. There’s always someone screaming that they want more. Why is it so easy to regret? I’m always tired about it. Tell me why am I used to second best. There’s always someone screaming that they want more. And tell me why is it so easy to regret. I’m so fucking tired about it. Tell me why am I used to second best. There’s always someone screaming that they want more.
Track Name: Gin + Mio
If the things I like don't take up your time don't bring me down. Because all these things pull apart at the seams but this time I intend to say what I mean. So put your foot down on my throat so I play you the songs I wrote. Great escapes they are okay if you get away, but you burned it all down, you burned it all down. And we won't overcome, we'll just endure. We'll drown them all out. We'll drown them all out. And if they find me at the bottom then they've won. If Divine intervention was your intention all along, well the finer things they never came to me but maybe St. Pete can say I'm wrong. But I kinda think that he won't. So say all the things you've done. And say something true for once. Because I've been out here for a while and it's been wearing down on me. So say all things you've done. And I hope you are okay. I ruin your week days. Cruel ironic mistakes are back in style. I've always wanted to learn to paint, but you always told me I can't. A life of doubt left the canvas blank, so I cut off both of my hands.