You Party Because You're Supposed to

by Romie Romak

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You party because you want to you party because they tell you to you party because you’re supposed to When you live like this you’re supposed to party Who’s the guy? You’re the guy Can you fix it? Tear down this red rope around me VIP drinks on you I am not myself tonight Something makes me feel preoccupied Cash dropper Do you think that you can handle it? bored Is there a void you can fill? Is there a glove you can fill? Can you prove it? Can you take it? Can you drop it, pop it, lock it? Ruminating all the things that you could do to me Bored We’re poor and no one cares about us They want us to be their slaves work all day and spend all night drinking the pain away Who’s the girl? You’re the girl Upon you is the all seeing eye And you looking like you like what you see I’mma make you trust You’re my special angel baby I’mma spend it on that body Friday is a holiday and we spend it recklessly I feel compelled to do what I’m doing But you can’t tell me not to do it Drone girl for life I’m not myself tonight take it take it I know we could be spending time together Come on, baby Spread your thighs or whatever
I’ve sacrificed our friendship to the altar of my ego I’m sorry you were the last to know one day I’d do this It was inevitable We were always killing time but would it be wrong to say we killed too much to be like them? “To be or not to be,” she said. I won’t be controlled by the population Don’t be like that You don’t wanna talk to me again We always end up hating the same friends Are we really like that? We must be sister cousins Hang out everyday and then we talk about it sociopathic Do you have to be alone to pray? I can’t control what you say We trot right on and stomp on the plants of those memories those revelries You and I must make a pact We must bring salvation back Selfish is what a selfish does and I can’t control what you say
There’s a golden god who’ll try to make amends Just when you think you’ll learn to love again We keep your picture in our shopping bag Came with the frame Still working on the name Oh, lord Kind of like the preacher if the preacher were a teacher Call it Existentialist You cower at the confidence I make my own name a name that stains the collar color inhabit the inhabitants breathe it in, the stench of it a soundtrack to a life that seems charmed I’ll make my own name covering the collar color to be the same I’ll be employed by the game I’ll be the best in the west at covering the collar color to the same You’ll be controlled by the game and be the best in the best Doing so will feel like winning I can be a preacher but if the preacher were a teacher there would be no test to take no time to raise a hand all values are the same unless you know why they’re tagged with the price there is to pay I purchased my heart and all the accessories to go with it from a store with no name glossing up the collar color several ones feel the same alone and playing a game they told me love was the answer separate the collar color to be the same I win by stopping the game I am the best of the best I’ll write my own holidays I won’t buy what you tell me to consume I’ll destroy the beast who employs you Oh, lord I will beat you You’ll find it I know you can You make the make to take the take and scrape the scrape and tell the lie and cut the cord to drive the slaves baby, what do you expect staring into the computer screen? fight fire with fire
Speak up, son Move on, girl Be tough, have fun, son Be careful, be safe, girl You weren’t meant to be broken So don’t break now You don’t need their rules to get along Don’t let them tell you you’re not strong When the bully speaks They will never know him On revenge, I promise that I’ll show them Ties and dresses Cupcake steak Make life so much easier


released April 27, 2012

Recorded in Romie’s room onto cassette in the Spring of 2012
All songs written and performed by Romie Romak, except that Robot plays keys on “You Party Because You’re Supposed To,” and Brian Michael Evans plays guitar on “Sacrificial Friendship”

Mastered by Elias Gowins

Photography by Marianne Williams
Hair styling: Shawn Salcido
Jacket courtesy of Skingraft

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Special Thanks to Monkey Bucket, Tin Bucket, Dad, Marina, Jesse (xo), tlr, Rogie, Boy Alex, Scott M. Putesky, Cory Martin, Robin, Devi, Johan, Terry, Krystof, Kevin, Zac, Nick and the many others who have been a great influence on my life.

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Romie Romak Los Angeles, California

A version of pop music by Romie Romak

The songs reference and draw inspiration from iconography, mind control, and Easter well as the post-good phenomenon

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