Terrible People

Terrible People

 Waltham, Massachusetts, USA
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Indie rock band Terrible People is reminiscent of the great punk of the 1970's and 80's, grunnge rock of the 90's and gives nod to iconic artists such as The Smiths, Nada Surf, and Bob Dylan with a splash of Weezer. Defying genre their sound is a blend of musical relevance for today's generation.

Biography

Terrible People is an indie rock band from Phoenix Arizona that has just released their first album. The band consists of Cary Miller on guitar and vocals, Jimmy Joyce on bass, and Chris Current on drums. Its a power trio of mad scientists, designed to bring rock back to life paying homage to past musical influences and creating the modern sound of rock and roll.

For the first single form the album Wireless Generation Bill Murray, the band teamed up with Grammy award winning music video director Lionel Martin to film a video that is now available on YouTube.

Lyrics

Bill Murray

Written By: Cary Miller

Bill Murray

be your brand new best friend right out of the box
be your comrade in arms….
bust those Ghosts under your bed, in this Tokyo Hotel
keep you safe from self-harm

I
I
I
I

wanna
wanna
wanna
wanna

Bill Murray….I wanna be your
Bill Murray

I wanna make you laugh your pretty head right off (Ha-ha-ha!)
Afterward I can help you screw it back on….
I wanna permeate your perfect porcelain doll skin
Penetrate your defense mechanisms

Bill Murray….I wanna be your
Bill Murray

Every time I hold you I’m the boy with the bomb
Because you’re real, and you’re alive, and you’re the only one I love

I want someone who gets me, someone who understands
Every day is the same thing…and becoming more and more bland
I just don’t trust people anymore
When they’re way too happy…for their own good

Bill Murray….I wanna be your
Bill Murray

Every time I hold you I’m the boy with the bomb
Because you’re real, and you’re alive, and you’re the only one I love

Because
Because
Because
Because

you’re
you’re
you’re
you’re

And I’m not!

real,
real,
real,
real,

and
and
and
and

you’re
you’re
you’re
you’re

alive, and you’re the only one I love
alive
alive, and you’re the only one I love
alive

No One Is Safe

Written By: Cary Miller

No One Is Safe

If I wrote it down would you write me off?
With the right of way you can do no wrong
Shoot your mouth like a loaded gun
But we both know that the safety’s on
It’s a put-me-down, a flag you wave
A shoegaze, punk rock penny arcade
For all the kids in the neighborhood
Who always give when the getting’s good!

I think I made you up inside my head
When I close my eyes, it’s like the world drops dead
No one....
Is “safe”, and I refuse to be afraid of being myself
Not for you…not for anybody else

We’re just dancing here

Childproofed and locked away
In the factory where the hits are made
We put our hearts out on display
While the played out remain overplayed
It’s a hand me down, a crying shame
The smile that you fake when you get paid
Now all the kids are signing up
To buy their own reflections

I think I made you up inside my head
When I close my eyes, it’s like the world drops dead
No one....
Is “safe”, and I refuse to be afraid of being myself
Not for you…not for anybody else

All these sycophantic hardcore hipsters
Circling the scene like vultures
Who needs friends when you keep up with appearances?
But she’s an “original”

I think I made you up inside my head
When I close my eyes, it’s like the world drops dead
No one....
Is “safe”, and I refuse to be afraid of being myself
Not for you…not for anybody else

We’re just dancing here (x2)

(No One….)

(No One….)

(Go, go!)

(No One….)

American Gods (Pledge of Our Grievance)

Written By: Cary Miller

The Pledge of Our Grievance

I pledge allegiance
To the flag
Of the United States of America
One nation
Deeply flawed-
Not irredeemable
With liberty, and justice
For those who can afford it

American Gods

When did Jesus become the new mascot for the GOP?
Wiretapping phones; running interference for the FCC
The teleprompter reads: “You go on and get yourself a cold one son”
I don’t know what to say…I feel like I’m holding up a smoking gun

I don’t pray to American Gods
And I can’t fathom anyone that does
You know I never really felt the Lord in your church
But I’m thinking of conducting an illegal search
Oh-oh-oh…
I don’t pray to American Gods
No I don’t pray to American Gods

Yes heaven exists and they’re accepting all major credit cards
It’s Voodoo Economics: Lion Tamers vs. Paper Tigers
As the shock jockeys sneer and the pundits cry foul at their rivals
The mission statement is clear…we are fighting for our very survival

I don’t pray to American Gods
And I can’t fathom anyone that does
You know I never really felt the Lord in your church
But I’m thinking of conducting an illegal search
Oh-oh-oh…
I don’t pray to American Gods
No I don’t pray to American Gods

Flags and bodies twist and shout in the wind
Behind the white-washed house Big Brother’s living in
Can your magic bullets really cure my disease?
You said, you wanted honey…then you killed off all the bees

I don’t pray to American Gods
And I can’t fathom anyone that does
You know I never really felt the Lord in your church
But I’m thinking of conducting an illegal search
Oh-oh-oh…
I don’t pray to American Gods
No I don’t pray to American Gods

(I, I-I, I-I-I-I-I)
(I, I-I, I-I-I-I-I)

(I, I-I, I-I-I-I-I)
(I, I-I, I-I-I-I-I)

(I, I-I, I-I-I-I-I)
(I, I-I, I-I-I-I-I)

State of the Art

Written By: Cary Miller

State of the Art

It’s the state of art that’s falling apart
There’s no solid ground to stand on
All the words are there for you….
Sing us a song for everyone

See the zombies suffer in the heat
Skin rotting in the sun
As our parents fail to describe
Why losing ain’t an option

It’s the state of art that’s falling apart
There’s no solid ground to stand on
All the words are there for you….
Sing us a song for everyone

I skip to the beat…ever discrete
For dead men tell no tales
And although my heart is on fire
I don’t really feel alive

It’s the state of the art that’s falling apart
There’s no solid ground to stand on
All the words are there for you….
Sing us a song for everyone

We were carbon-copyrighted on the airwaves
Subjugated and divided by a barcode
Then they betrayed us for an army of DJ’s
And now I feel no pain
There’s something in my drink
It’s getting hard to think

It’s the state of art that’s falling apart
There’s no solid ground to stand on
All the words are there for you….
Sing us a song for everyone

For everyone (x4)

(It’s getting hard….)

All My Friends Are Vampires

Written By: Cary Miller

All My Friends Are Vampires

“Collective life demands far more elaborate forms of deception from us than social lying alone
A significant degree of self-deception is also required
The self-deception of thinking of yourself as an “honest person”
While engaged in these fundamental social deceptions is...optional”

I have insomnia
I never get eight hours
I sleep away my days
And then I wake up tired and alone
Without a cross to bear

All my friends are vampires
Looking for a place to crash and burn
All my friends are vampires
You’re just food for thought…without concern
Suh-suh-suh-sucking on your blood
Get-get-get-getting on your nerves
All My friends are vampires

You have a classic look
Well I gotz creature features!
I read your recent book
On nervous body language
Oh…it was scandalous…the things you said

All my friends are vampires
Looking for a place to crash and burn
All my friends are vampires
You’re just food for thought…without concern
Suh-suh-suh-sucking on your blood
Get-get-get-getting on your nerves
All My friends are vampires

And after the club they will follow you home
Because they don’t have nowhere better to go
You were buying the drinks and now they can’t drive
(And somehow they invited themselves inside)

All my friends are vampires….
All my friends are vampires….
All my friends are vampires….
All my friends are vampires….
Suh-suh-suh-sucking on your blood
Get-get-get-getting on your very last nerve

Angry, Young & Poor

Written By: Cary Miller

Angry, Young & Poor

No it hasn’t been an easy life
Not for those of us
Who carry a torch
We were promised we would swim like Gods
In these murky waters
Under the stars

Angry, young and poor
I know not what we’re waiting for
Angry, young and poor
I know not why we’ve shut our doors
But I can hazard…an educated guess
We still have sins we have yet to confess

How can I adequately explain?
The death of Lord Love….
And American culture
We were brought up to believe
In most anything
Be it fairy tales
Or Devils
Or an entire city…of Angels

Angry, young and poor
I know not what we’re waiting for
Angry, young and poor
I know not why we’ve shut our doors
But I can hazard…an educated guess
We have inherited one hot…little mess

Send us your love and we’ll come a-calling
Send us your love and we’ll come a-calling
Send us your love and we’ll come a-calling
Now

And if you don’t like our melody
We will sing it in a major key
We will sing it very happily
Alone…together…all alone…together….

Send us your love and we’ll come a-calling
Send us your love and we’ll come a-calling
Send us your love and we’ll come a-calling now….
Now

(Send us your love and we’ll come a-calling)
(Send us your love and we’ll come a-calling)
(Send us your love and we’ll come a-calling)
(Now…)

(Now…)
(Now…)
(Now…)

iSlands

Written By: Cary Miller

iSlands

Our generation is wireless
No connections, no commitments
In your reflection stands a stranger
And you don’t know you’re both in danger

Always zooming in
Until we zoom back out
But this is not-not-not-not-no!
An easy in or out

Our generation is wireless
No connections, no commitments
In your reflection stands a stranger
And you don’t know you’re both in danger

It ain’t a major
It’s just a minor league
Setback-back-disrupt!
A social construct

Indecision
Can hold you hostage
This liquid courage
Don’t mean we’re solid

(I’m) tired of watching everyone
Of waiting for something better
(I’m) tired of watching everyone
(Who) think they’re so bloody clever
(I’m) tired of watching everyone
Of waiting for something better
(I’m) tired of watching everyone
(Tired of watching…)

You’re not an iSland
You’re not a storm cloud
You’re method acting
Trying to fool yourself
In your reflection stands a stranger
And what you don’t know could fill a book

(I’m tired of watching everyone)
(I’m tired of watching….)

(I’m not an iSland…I’m not an iSland…)
(I’m not an iSland…I’m not an iSland…)
(I’m not an iSland…I’m not an iSland…)

Love is the New Black

Written By: Cary Miller

Love Is the New Black

You’re only wearing black until they invent something darker
I’m only talking back until someone says something smarter

And it’s burning me up
How they’re smoking us out
We’re like a 40Watt bulb
Shorting everything out….

love is the new black
love is the new black
love is the new black
Could be our last chance….

(Love…)
(Love…)
(Love…)
(Love…)

Don’t you dare lecture me on “Nature vs. Nurture”
People come, people go…every one of us a killer….

And it’s bumming me out
How it’s burning you down
It’s like the city’s on trial
By firebomb….

love is the new black
love is the new black
love is the new black
Could be our last chance….

(Love…)
(Love…)
(Love…)
(Love…)

There are soldiers on TV…
But it’s not like the movies

love is the new black
love is the new black
love is the new black
Could be our last chance….

(Love…)
(Love…)
(Love…)
(Love…)

(Love is the new black)
(Love is the new black)
(Love is the new black)

(Ka-Boom)

(Love is the new black)
(Love is the new black)
(Love is the new black)

(On TV)

(Love is the new black)
(Love is the new black)
(Love is the new black)

Smiling is Something Other People Do

Written By: Cary Miller

Smiling Is Something Other People Do

“Nothing feels as good…as…being with you did”
Isn’t that what you said…when you spoke to me?
“Nothing feels as good…as…being with you did”
Every time you vanished…my heart started to bleed

“Smiling is something other people do”
This is the lie we choose to tell ourselves
“Smiling is something other people do”
But this time…we just can’t be helped

“Nothing feels as good…as…being with you did”
Those words still echo now…deep…down inside my soul
“Nothing feels as good…as…being with you did”
Every time you hold me…I lose all self-control

“Smiling is something other people do”
This is the lie we choose to tell ourselves
“Smiling is something other people do”
But this time…we just can’t be helped

I don’t wanna talk to you in metaphors
I can’t tell you why it is we sing….
When we’re both way too scared to speak
About all those awful things we’ve been through

“Nothing feels as good…as…being with you did”
This is just a fact…of life…that I have to deal with
“Nothing feels as good…as…being with you did”
When you hug me….

Nothing feels as good

Band Aids for Bullet Wounds

Written By: Cary Miller

Band-Aids for Bullet Wounds

Here’s something that you don’t know
I’m really an easy target
When it comes down to self-control
I’m always fighting these-
Sinking…feelings-
Sinking…feelings-
Sinking…feelings-
They gave me Band-Aids for my bullet wounds
You can be the shotgun at our wedding
You can be the silver in our lining
But you can’t have both…and expect me to care
No-no-no-no!

‘Guess now that my cover’s blown
People think that I’m back on the market
Here’s something that they don’t know
I’m always fighting these-
Sinking…feelings-
Sinking…feelings-
Sinking…feelings-
And then you rinse and repeat step one
You can be the shotgun at our wedding
You can be the silver in our lining
But you can’t have both…and expect me to care
No-no-no-no!

If I told I sold my soul
Would you still wanna claim me as your favorite?
Tell me something that I don’t know
I’m always fighting these-
Sinking…feelings-
Sinking…feelings-
Sinking…feelings-
‘Swear I’m gonna bite straight through my tongue!
You can be the shotgun at our wedding
You can be the silver in our lining
But you can’t have both…and expect me to care
No-no-no-no!

You can be the shotgun at our wedding
You can be the silver in our lining
But you can’t have both…and expect me to care
No-no-no-no!

Discography

Wireless Generation Released September 1, 2012 - Recorded and mixed in a house undergoing foreclosure in Arizona.

American Gods available on iTunes released July 5, 2011