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After The Party

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The Arches
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The Arches Raised Catholic, I really appreciate this song. Favorite track: Bad Catholics.
Aj LaGambina
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Aj LaGambina A strong contender for my album of the year 2017. Every Hook on this record is incredible. Favorite track: Your Wild Years.
doug m.
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doug m. I have a hard time picking a favorite here. "Bad Catholics" resonates with my youth, "Your Wild Years" hits that perfect mix of ethnicity and hometowns that suits me, and "Lookers" totally nails that Jersey and nostalgia combo which works so well for guys like Springsteen. But man, that title track is killer, and the video for it is up there in top perfect pairings of music and images.

So yeah, rock on. Favorite track: After the Party.
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released February 3, 2017

The Menzingers are:
Eric Keen - Bass
Greg Barnett - Vocals, Guitar
Joe Godino - Drums, Percussion
Tom May - Vocals, Guitar, Keys

Recorded in the Spring of 2016 at Studio 4 in Conshohocken Pennsylvania

Produced and Engineered by Will Yip
Mixed by Will Yip and Vince Ratti
Assistant Engineering by Justin Anstotz
Mastered by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound, NYC

Cover art photo: White Shoes, Asbury Park, NJ 1980 © Joe Maloney, 1980
Band Photo by Jesus Martinez
Layout by Bobby Dodd

All songs written by The Menzingers
Jagaloon Jive (ASCAP) Administered by Mothership Music Publishing

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Management: Tim Zahodski for Good Fight Entertainment
Booking, North and South America: Phil Battiato for United Talent Agency
Booking, UK, Europe, Rest of World: Tom Taaffe for United Talent Agency
Legal: Bryan K. Christner
A&R: Brett Gurewitz
Publicity: Christine Morales for Epitaph


The Menzingers would like to thank: Our family and friends for their love and support on this wild ride. There is no way we could have done it without them. There have been countless bands, venues, fans, promoters, bar tenders, open arms, helping hands and welcoming faces all around the globe that have carried us along. There is not enough space to thank you all! Tim Zahodski, Phil Battiato, Tom Taaffe, Toby Jeg, Scott Bell, Dave March, Will Yip, Bobby Dodd, Brett Gurewitz, Matt McGreevy, Felicia Risolo and everyone at Epitaph. Kate Hiltz, The Bouncing Souls, Andy Clarke, Jon Murphy Scott Engel at Russo Asbury, Jesus Martinez, Tyler Long, Eric Jenson, Jess Flynn, Matt Allison, Justin Yates, Jesse Cannon, Bryan K. Christner, Against Me!, Anti-Flag, Apologies I Have None, Bayside, Captain We’re Sinking, Cayetana, Christopher J. Ruggiero, Sarah Maynard, R5 Productions, Adam Kreeft, Colin and Leslie Lodwick, Corey Ciresi, Dead to Me, Hemming, Hot Water Music, Irie Idea, Jeremy Meyers, Jesse Cannon, Greg Ross, Adam Rutkoski, Bill Orner, Jon Low, Justin August, Katie at the G-Man, Keith and Chelsie Yosco, Kieran Kelly, Laura Stevenson, Lee Corey Oswald, mewithoutyou, Mike Casey, Modern Baseball, Nick Fanelli, Pianos Become the Teeth, Restorations, Roger Harvey, Ryan Willard, Sorority Noise, Taking Back Sunday, Teenage Bottlerocket, Brian Craig and everyone at The Bog, The Flatliners, Pup, Lemuria, The Holy Mess, The Lawrence Arms, Off With Their Heads, The Front Bottoms, The Sidekicks, The Tasty, Thin Lips, Three Man Cannon, Tigers Jaw, Title Fight, Tony Weinbender, Touche Amore. We would also like to send our greatest appreciation to the following: Lucas McCulley at RapcoHorizon, Ed Udhus at GOMC, Anthony Cartinella at Dark Horse Percussion, Kazuma Tanabe at Fujigen Guitars, Britton Nash at Nash Guitars, Derek Brooks at Ernie Ball, Hugh Gilmartin, Steve Lobmeier & Marco Soccoli at Promark & Evans, Alex Auxier at Orange Amplification, Jason Klein at Fender Guitars, Jaime-Harvey-Penrod at JH Audio.

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Track Name: Tellin' Lies
Oh yeah, everything is terrible when buying marijuana makes you feel like a criminal / When your new friends take a joke too literal, making you feel like the bad guy / Oh, where are we gonna go now that our twenties are over? / Oh yeah, all hope abandoned not young enough to be your companion / Not old enough to be your guide, what a cliche time to try / Oh, where are we gonna go now that our twenties are over?/ Where are we gonna go now that our twenties are over? / Everyone's asking me over and over. / The decade taken hostage by my own guilty conscience / When you gonna quit this nonsense, everyone's asking me over and over / But I don’t mind tellin’ lies. / So oh yeah, let's go to Vegas, put it all on black and get married by Elvis / If we wake up broke we’ll be fine, we’ll get rich in another lifetime. / Like tension you can cut with a knife, like a wedding ring that never fit right / Like a car alarm that won’t stop howling, a decade lost in the motions / To romance and cheap whiskey, the subtle sound of a fleeting feeling / Like four chords that don’t love you no more, in a motel room / In a sleeping bag on the floor, is it wrong to say that things can change?
Track Name: Thick as Thieves
I held up a liquor store / Demanded top-shelf metaphors / With a sinner’s smile and open arms / Drop a line to charm the silent alarm / Heard neutral angels call the cops / They’ll be choosing sides when the fighting stops / Polizie in the cabaret / While we six kings made our getaway / Thick as thieves / On our knees / With an ocean in between / Laughter in the darkness / I heard whispers in the shadows / I was there when the wall fell down / I'll be there when the ocean rises / Building castles with cans and bottles / Drinking like they do in novels / I know they’ll get me by and by / But tonight you are my alibi / The same old sun that we all come from / Faded stars in the air that we breath, in the earth, in the sea / Thick as thieves / On our knees / With an ocean in between
Track Name: Lookers
Lost in a picture frame, the way our bodies used to behave / The way they smiled in the moment before they permanently froze / But that was the old me and you, when we were both lookers. / Lost in a picture frame, the way my body used to behave / The way it smiled in the moment before it permanently froze / But that was the old me, I was such a looker in the old days. / You little Kerouac, always running like Dean and Sal / Always waiting on a freight train, always looking for a story to tell / But that was the old you, you were such a looker in the old days. / Yeah we were both lookers. / Sha, la, la, la Jersey girls are always total heartbreakers / Julie from the Wonder Bar I still wonder where you are / Cause I know the old you, and you know the old me. / I was certain that I’d find her, in the back of the diner / In a cloud full of nicotine, in a teenage memory / That I hold till eternity cause the future ain't coming for it. / In a 5” x 8” black and white, on the nightstand of my mind / from a time I hardly recognize.
Track Name: Midwestern States
I hope this isn’t a burden, thanks for having us over / We could sleep on the couch, we could sleep on the floor / We will leave before you even notice we were here or even notice us at all. / Been having problems with our landlord, he said he’s taking us both to court / She got her hours slashed and my unemployments drying up fast / We both got worthless diplomas from worthless universities / Two bachelors in worthless studies but at least it made our parents happy / And cost a whole lot of money. / You said L.A. is only two days if we drive straight, Denver if we get tired / Said you didn’t mind stopping just as long as we got out of the Midwest States. / The Midwestern States. / But I know somewhere in Chicago where we can stay for a little / I hope this isn’t a burden, thanks for having us over. / Most nights we always fall asleep with something dumb on Netflix / Some nights trash reality, kids cartoons, or shitty documentaries / Not perfect but we’re good together, me you and our bad tattoos / All our stick and pokes, all our inside jokes, we’ll regret 'em when we’re dead and sober / But we’re still breathing and the party ain’t over.
Track Name: Charlie's Army
I guess I should tell her I’m sorry, why I never showed up to the party / I got into a misunderstanding with her old boyfriend named Charlie. / Yeah, I love my Juliet, but her ex-boyfriend wants me dead / But tell your men I ain’t afraid to die. / When I first met her i fell in love and she smiled because she knew / We were day drinking in Brooklyn, it was death in the afternoon. / Boy you’re gonna be sorry / Charlie’s Army is coming for me. / Tell your men I ain't afraid to die, if loving Julie is a capital crime. / I ain’t gonna tell him I’m sorry, cause it's me and her after the party / No need for a misunderstanding cause nothing's gonna change my mind.
Track Name: House on Fire
Waiting for your life to start then you die / Was your heart beating in the first place? / Waiting for your life to start then you die / Was your heart beating in the first place? / Lost myself in the kitchen / There's an old friend falling down the stairs / They say there's cops in the alley way / It's too late for saving us / Let it burn down / Waiting for your life to start then you die / Was your heart beating in the first place? / Waiting for your life to start then you die / Was your heart beating in the first place? / Found myself in the basement / There's smoke, there's ash over everything / This girl I know yeah she's tryin' to get high / Telling me, she's telling me, / "Let it burn out" / Yeah, does it make you nervous? / Have you fulfilled your purpose? / Yeah, does it make you nervous? / The house is on fire / Yeah, does it make you nervous? / Have you fulfilled your purpose? / Yeah, does it make you nervous? / The house is on fire, but there's beer left / I think I'll stay / Waiting for your life to start then you die / Was your heart beating in the first place? / Waiting for your life to start then you die / Was your heart beating in the first place? / We set the house on fire / and we ain't going nowhere.
Track Name: Black Mass
I was staring through the stained glass, into the procession of a Black Mass / Oh how the subject at the altar wants their life back / The view from here to there is a lot like wilting flowers / Bored beyond repair and unfit for an altar / Strange relating with the Lamb to the Slaughter. / But hey, do you really wanna throw it away? / I’d do anything to make you stay. / We used to only take the back roads, but now we found a distance shorter / You used to call me darlin, now you prefer more formal / We used to get high and stare at the moon / And wonder how long it would take to walk to / But now that's like the distance between me and you. / But hey, do you really wanna throw it away? / I’d do anything to make you stay, for just a little bit longer.
Track Name: Boy Blue
Took our father's name / And our mother’s heart / We felt our sisters' pain / Then it fell apart / They said one thing / Then showed us another / Is it finally true? / We’re not getting any younger? / Boy blue and the silver spoon / They found him dying in the living room / Say goodbye to the bride and groom / Send em off on a honeymoon / A Dreadful sound / Echoed through the trees / Dirty headlights / Put us all on our knees / Route 502 / We were waiting for you / But you couldn’t see / It was new year's eve / Boy blue and the silver spoon / They found him dying in the living room / Say goodbye to the bride and groom / Send em off on a honeymoon / I’ve been told / There’s no going home / No room left for you and me / No empty seats in eternity / I've been told / There's no going home / No songs left to sing / No second act to mortality / Boy blue and the silver spoon / They found him dying in the living room / Say goodbye to the bride and groom / Send em off on a honeymoon.
Track Name: Bad Catholics
We should have never thought that we could get stoned and drive around with just a half a pack of smokes / A bottle of clear eyes, an appetite, we were pillaging the Turkey Hill on Main Ave in West Side / Wouldn’t you guess the only thing we had to fear would be flashing their lights in our rear view mirror / This time they got us it's all over now, you were praying Hail Mary's for an escape route. / But thank God for your father's last name and all the connections that he’s made / To everyone you’re such a sweet church girl, but I know your secret. / Bad Catholics weren’t we darling? Always dipping out before communion started. / Another summer and another church picnic, I watch a mother run around in a panic / Chasing her kid with his orange soda mustache, while his fathers by the gambling wheel / There I saw you in the beer tent hanging with your new husband and your baby on the way / Oh it's kinda strange how it made me miss something, long lost in the both of us now. / You thanked God that I found my way and introduced me to oh what's his name / To everyone you’re such a sweet church girl, but I know your secret.
Track Name: Your Wild Years
Long for the words with hearts and wings / Something familiar when you miss everything / You rest your head against the window pane / Feet on the dash through a steady rain. / I drove you home while you slept in the front seat / After a show at the stone pony / Watched you wake so God damn sweetly / Over the Walt Whitman bridge back to Philly / I toss and turn at 4 in the morning / Petrified of where our future is going / Cause you’re the kinda girl that deserves the world / And I’m just the kinda guy that promises the world / So I fix a drink nice and strong in the kitchen / Something quick that’ll cure my conscience / Creep back to bed and I kiss your forehead / Maybe everything is fine and it's all in my head. / A little Irish in your blood, a little polish in your name / A little Boston in your attitude, just the way you were raised. / We drove up to Massachusetts together / Your old house was just like you remembered / We stayed in your adolescent room / And rummaged through the boxes labeled former you / The souvenirs of happiness in a moment / Your wild years that you often mention / The sands of time in an hourglass / That you’re always begging for back. / I got drunk in the afternoon, with your father in the living room / As the television broke the silence, you smiled knowing I was trying / The best that I can do.
Track Name: The Bars
Sunken eyes in strangers faces / I’ll fall asleep in the strangest places / What the hell am I doing? / Where have my friends gone? / I know I’ve been here before / But ya can not leave when you can’t find the door / Smashed my phone / Lost my wallet / Who’s this new friend of mine? / Why do some people make you nervous? / Others drive you to drink / When the bars are closing... / A nightstand memorial of past libation / A sudden fear of phone vibrations / Too hungover to sleep / Too tired to be alive / Bezos, bile and bills, / There is so much missing time to kill / I shake like an airplane on it’s way down / Why do some people make you nervous? / Others drive you to drink / When the bars are closing... / When the bars are closing... / No good’ll come / from stumbling home with the sun / No good’ll come / from stumbling home with the sun / I used to care / Now I just stare into the.. / Sunken eyes in strangers faces / I’ll fall asleep in the strangest places / What the hell am I doing? / Where have my friends gone? / Why do some people make you nervous? / Others drive you to drink / When the bars are closing... / When the bars are closing...
Track Name: After the Party
It's the little things my mind commits to etch behind my eyelids / Like getting stoned when we wake up, coffee grounds in coffee cups / Your silhouette in high top sneakers, hardcore from laptop speakers / The classics to the more obscure, Minor Threat to your old roommate's band. / Like a kaleidoscope in vibrant hues I navigate round your tattoos / Said you got that one on a whim when you were breaking up with him / And that Matryoshka Russian doll that lines your shelf from big to small / What a way to start new to shed your skin and find the old you. / Everybody wants to get famous, but you just want to dance in a basement / You don’t care if anyone is watching, just as long as you stay in motion / We put miles on these old jean jackets, got caught up in the drunk conversations / But after the party its me and you. / With a new outlook on everything we see, from high up on this rooftop over South Philly / To the nights we lose all self control, from the sex, from the drugs, from the rock and roll.
Track Name: Livin' Ain't Easy
In vibrant hues in subtle brush strokes of memory / The life I’ve painted I have sold for a quick twenty / It's on display now for the privileged and the wealthy / God I despise their reassuring lying eyes / Our home stands tall behind that foreclosure sign / Everything in boxes for another lifetime / Continental breakfast in the lobby / But they’re always out of coffee. / Only a fool would think living could be easy. / In this little motel room, I-80 west of nowhere / Why count the stars, you’ll never know where you are / Somewhere light years from the world you used to know / Like a lock that doesn’t turn, like a plant that doesn’t grow / Long for the words with hearts and wings / From five states over, I am running from everything / Continental breakfast in the lobby / But they’re always out of coffee. / Oh you know what breaks my heart? Watching your whole life fall apart / While bastards dance off with the night, as we try to break free with all our might.