Superstore Dysphoria EP

by The American Automobile

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released July 4, 2016

All songs and lyrics written by a.

Produced by a.

Recorded in Abram's basement (3), a's bedroom (1), a's kitchen (4), and Ovid-Elsie High School (2).

Abram McCluer - drums (1,2,3)
a - organ (1) bass (1,2) guitar (all), harmonica (1) vox (all)
Randie Strouse - harmonica (2)

Mixed and Mastered by a (3,4) and Randie Strouse (1,2)

We'd like to thank Jeremy Whiting very much for coming out to help us record 'Fall of the Strip Mall'. #ruleofthirds

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The American Automobile Detroit, Michigan

The American Automobile came out of small town isolation. Quiet depression and substance abuse and long drives and light pollution. Truck stops and Laundromats and grocery stores and gas stations. Squatting in abandoned grocery store. Came out of long talks on back porches and basement jam sessions. Learning from friends, breaking up, healing. ... more

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Track Name: Commodity
Well you can’t live forever off of TV-dinners and drugs
And someday you’ll find that out when the liquor store screams in your face.

But now your veins are tight from loss
Too many nights of fingers crossed.

You don’t want to live like this anymore
You don’t want to live at all.

Now the whole world’s gotten paved
Your house, your mother’s grocery store, could not be saved.
Now you’re staring at a shopping mall so depraved
And tomorrow they’re going to ask you to vacate,
You couldn’t pay your rent.

You don’t want to live here anymore
You don’t want to live at all.

How much money do you think they make?
Probably enough to pay my rent for a lifetime or two.

Now they’ve got me hooked on prescription pills.
I really think they’re trying to kill.
Pump in the poison so the poor folks do not rise up.
Track Name: Fall of the Strip Mall
Where are you going with that shopping bag in your hand?
You've got the kids in the car and a handful of Diazapam.
Hit the highway, George Bush Turnpike 5pm.

What's that man saying, standing in the middle of the intersection?
"You're all gonna die."
Your kid starts to cry
"Is there a heaven? Is it in the mall?"

Five miles to the gallon.
You're not listening.
The world is warming, but you've got air conditioning.
Tunnel vision in the subdivisions.

It's the fall of the strip mall
It's the fall of the strip mall, baby
It's the fall of the strip mall
What're you gonna do with all that concrete?
Track Name: Closed Captioned War
Fight your closed captioned wars, all you consumer whores, go back into the stores, buy more, buy more, buy more.

Do you not like what you got? God damn sticker shock, life in a black box. Road blocks, scatter plots, cell block.

And it's free to be lonely. And it's free to be alone. But it might take you a lifetime, just to get back home.

These feelings ain't worth the price, up late every night, 15, 16, guillotine, nicotine, amphetamines.

The price tag is falling off of the shelf, I ain't got nobody else, I'm all by myself, no one else, no one else, in hell.

And it's free to be lonely. And it's free to be alone. But it might take you a lifetime, just to get back home.
Track Name: Commodity (Acoustic)
Well you can’t live forever off of TV-dinners and drugs
And someday you’ll find that out when the liquor store screams in your face.

But now your veins are tight from loss
Too many nights of fingers crossed.

You don’t want to live like this anymore
You don’t want to live at all.

Now the whole world’s gotten paved
Your house, your mother’s grocery store, could not be saved.
Now you’re staring at a shopping mall so depraved
And tomorrow they’re going to ask you to vacate,
You couldn’t pay your rent.

You don’t want to live here anymore
You don’t want to live at all.

How much money do you think they make?
Probably enough to pay my rent for a lifetime or two.

Now they’ve got her hooked on prescription pills.
I really think they’re trying to kill.
Pump in the poison so the poor folks do not rise up.