Moderation Is For Cowards

by Poster Child

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released March 31, 2015

All tracks recorded, edited, mixed, and mastered by Elizabeth Rosenberg.
Album artwork by Austin Paragas
All songs written and performed by Poster Child.

Additional credits:
Jody Salani - Drums on “Marionette Doll”
Meghan Laverty & Ayesha Mufti - Gang Vocals on “Anything Goes"

Poster Child is:
Yogev Almog — Guitar // Vocals
Austin Paragas — Bass // Vocals
Josh Wolfberg — Guitar // Backing Vocals
Derrick Dieso — Guitar
Joey DeMedio — Drums

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Poster Child Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

We make music and do it because it helps our self-esteem when people listen to songs that we wrote about our feelings and stuff. Pop Rock straight outta Philly.

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Track Name: Marionette Doll
You can blame me for all the things they say
But the things you do, well darling that’s on you
If you wanted out, then why’d you stick around?
And now your just another vacant heart I’ve found
And now your just another vacant heart I found

[VERSE]
As I recall the silence broke
With your parents in the next room
The only sound was the dog at your door
And your bed against the floorboards
Patiently we waited ‘til the town went to sleep
When we woke up in each other’s dreams
Picturesque it was almost perfect
The way you were talking to me
And now we’re strangers in the street

I’ll string you up and hang you high
Like a marionette doll, so you can live your lie
You deserve the worst and if that’s all it takes
Then can you really blame me for all your mistakes?

We’re older now and times have changed
And I can’t recall your face
I still remember that expression
The looks you always gave
Patiently I waited till you found your way home
Kept the porch lights on, waited on the phone
Picturesque it was almost perfect
The way you were talking to me
But now we’re strangers in the street

You left under my skin
Last time I let you in
You left under my skin
You had to say goodbye

You ruined my day, so I will fuck with your life
But death is for forever, so you will be alright
And since death is for forever, then death do us part
For once we speak the truth
So darling, that’s a start
Track Name: I Love You More Than Godzilla Hates Tokyo
I hold myself up to more than I could ever be
I sound so old you’d never guess that I’m still eighteen
I guess all I need is a little more time

I hate myself every time I get the chance to think
It might surprise you, but it’s not often as you think
It’s just things like these, they take a little more time

But you tell me I’m perfect
You say I’m everything you need and more
What the hell are you thinking?
I can’t change the world
I can’t even get off the bathroom floor right now

You’re making progress and it’s starting to be clear to see
The fire’s burning and you’re lit up sitting next to me
I guess you and I just need a little more time

But when the smoke clears, I’m still hoping to find stable ground
It’s hard to say I’ll still be here when you around
All I wanted was just a little more time

But you tell me I’m perfect
You say I’m everything you need and more
What the hell are you thinking?
I can’t change the world
I can’t even get off your bedroom floor

And when the night is over
I’m not sure where I’ll be
I can’t believe I’m still sober
I’m sorry you had to see this side of me

But you tell me I’m perfect
You say I’m everything you need and more
What the hell are you thinking?
I can’t change the world
I can’t even get off your bedroom floor

But you tell me I’m perfect
You say I’m everything you need and more
What the hell are you thinking?
I can’t change the world
I can’t even get off your bedroom floor

And when the night is over
I’m not sure where I’ll be
I Can’t believe I’m still sober
I’m sorry you had to see this side of me
Track Name: Anything Goes
She’s not worth your time in bed
Especially when she’s thinking of his instead
Too many wrongs won’t make this right
She up and left you in plain sight

We all deserve the love we give
But you deserve so much more
It’s just not fair the way life works
Why do all the best ones have to hurt?

The story goes you’re wasting your time
And you know what you’re doing’s not right
You kid yourself
Take the advice that you gave, but you know

It’s not love, at least not the first time
Anything goes since you’ve crossed the starting line
(I crossed the line too many times, I crossed the line too many)
Don’t worry your secret’s safe with
Everyone else, it’s too hard to fake it
(We crossed the line too many times, we crossed the line)

[VERSE 2]
He’s not worth a second chance
Or at the least another glance
He’ll realize he did her wrong
And rip apart her favorite swan song
He doesn’t deserve her in the least
I try to sell this all the time
It makes me sick when he’s around
I can’t believe she’s been so blind

Sometimes I tell myself
“You must’ve lost your mind”
And sometimes I tell myself
You’re the perfect tragedy
Track Name: Bipolaroid
We say that we’ll change the world
With peace, love, and alcohol
Even though we’re sober, sheltered kids
Our harmonies’ are out of key
But we still build our symphonies
We’ll sing to the masses, the ones with deaf ears
We’re stuck with ourselves
And our doppelgang-animals
Kept at bay with our substances
Our minds are detachable
Our sex is too casual
We hunt with the foxes and run with the hounds

Here’s to the self-proclaimed psychiatrists
And self-medicated pharmacists

We’re not waging a war
Unless it’s on our shallow minds
And we’re not going home
If we’re going home alone
But we’re fine on our own
As long as we don’t know the truth
Of what separates me from you

Too busy playing with cannabis
To learn about your politics
The notion of accolades kills our dreams
A loss of intimacy
In love with our pornography
Turning our homes to reality shows
If hell is just a pub crawl
Then heaven has the last call
And God is the bartender who serves our fate
So fuck all of your beliefs
This world loves its sodomy
Take a bipolaroid and prove me wrong

Here’s to the architects
And demolition experts of my mind

I never know which way to go
As I try and walk myself back home
So little time and so many open roads

(And I’m just running along)
(And we’re just running along)

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