"This is what you learned​.​"

by People Like You

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This is a product of six months of writing new music and trying new things that we've never tried before. This is a result of playing music with the same group of people for three years and growing with each other. This is where we're at creatively, musically, and as adults. This is what we learned.

Thank you to our parents, siblings, and extended families. Thanks to Derrick Shanholtzer-Dvorak, Mike Moschetto, Dylan Handwright, Kevin Duquette, Lewis Mundt, Michi Tassey, Caroline Harvey, Patrick "BIG PAT" Talesfore Jr., Alex "Coach" Pickert, Magz, John Snyder for giving me his volume pedal, every friend we've ever made through this community, every heartbreak and anxiety attack, everyone who ever liked our music and continues to support us in any way, shape, or form.

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released June 24, 2014

People Like You is
Chris Lee – Guitar/Vocals/Additional Glockenspiel
Nick Koechel – Bass
Sander Bryce – Drums/Additional Gong
Matt Hull – Trumpet/Sounds/Additional Glockenspiel
Additional Vocals on Tracks 7, 8, and 10 by Michi Tassey

All music written by People Like You
All words written by Chris Lee

Recorded Live at the Office Recording
Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Mike Moschetto

Album photo by Lillian Lee
Album art by Dylan Handwright

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Indie/Jazz outfit from Boston, MA

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Track Name: Isaac
When I get tired, I get depressed.
When I get sad, I get tired.

For all I know, you were on vacation.
I was your main attraction,
But now you're done.

When I get tired, I get depressed.
When I get sad, I get tired.
But when I laugh, I don't get so depressed,
And when I see your face I smile.

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the darkness.
I looked up at the stars and couldn't help but laugh away.
I was going down a zipline in New Hampshire.
Never seen such a beauty since the last time I saw your face.

I know this might end badly,
But I'm gonna say it anyway.
Even if this ends badly,
I'll try laughing instead of crying today.
Track Name: A song about white supremacy
There's never been a star too bright to burn out
But I won't burn out tonight.
It's too dark. I'm too pale.
I made my grandma proud.

My skin is just dirt rubbed off from the ground.
I wanna become one with the sun.
My grandma will roll her eyes out loud.

There's a great, big ball in the sky, and I can't see.
It's made of golden flames and it's burning,
But it won't burn my skin, it will make me
Browner than yesterday, I mean,
Stronger than yesterday.

My grandma would be proud to know
I wear long-sleeved hoodies.
Cross my arms and walk
Towards the shadows while outside,
As if covering my abdomen is the only way
To keep my secret hidden.

I made my grandma proud.

But last summer,
I worked outdoors in New Hampshire.
Pulled up my sleeves.
Let the sun seep through the cracks in my skin.
Let the roots of melanin grow rich in soil.
Once again, I was burnt bold in brown.

And they asked, "How did you get so brown?"
And I said, "This is what happens when I embrace the sun."

There's a great, big ball in the sky, and I can't see.
It's made of golden flames and it's burning,
But it won't burn my skin, it will make me
Browner than yesterday, I mean,
Stronger than yesterday, no I mean,
Browner than yesterday. I'm much
Darker than yesterday.
Track Name: Everything Matters!
This wasn't the way I wanted to feel or be.
There wasn't a way that I could believe in me.
There wasn't...

Last Saturday, I woke up at 7 in the morning
To finish reading the book, "Everything Matters!"
By Ron Currie Jr. in my bathroom
And when I arrived at the climax
And the ominous narrator postulated its theorem
On the importance of everything,
And how it matters not in spite but because it ends,
I broke down and cried on the toilet,
And I thought about chance,
And how I picked up this book on a whim,
And I thought about time
And how it's a book,
A collection of words
Arranged to form a sentence,
And a collection of sentences
Arranged to form a paragraph
And etc., etc., until you get to a chapter
And no matter how many times
You finish your favorite book,
You can still revisit your favorite chapters,
Getting lost in the lines that you love,
And how your favorite sentence
Can feel like its own novel,
And how it feels like I've been talking for hours
When it's only been one minute,
And how this poem is just one run-on sentence,
Severed and skewed to invent one stanza
And even if we put it back together,
It will be just one, and still end, and still matter
Because everything matters.

Everything.
Track Name: The Act of Falling
I don't want to feel okay,
But for once, I can't complain.
Everyday I'm changing,
And I can't stop. It's scaring me.
If time keeps moving ahead of me,
Then I'm going to fall.
But it's not the landing, it's the falling down
That's comforting.

If time is linear, then I am terrified
Of the outcomes that there’ll be only one
There’ll be only one
But we are not singularities
I do not believe in beginnings and ends
I believe in circles,
I believe time is a being whose limbs
We can constantly kiss again and again
Constantly kiss again and again
I am not human
I am a fountain, a reservoir of water
So color me malleable with the moon
Claim me both flow and crash
I want to be a waterfall
Because falling is the most beautiful act you can do
And no one ever flies to
They just fly away
And no one ever flies to
They just fly away
And no one ever flies to
They just fly away
And if all flight is freedom,
Then all lovers must be slaves
I guess.
Track Name: Regret
I was mean to a lady on the train.
I pushed past people, I didn't look the other way.
I didn't say thank you when the cashier gave me change.

I didn't sleep, I just stayed up all night.
And when he pushed past me, I tried to start a fight.
And I still believe two wrongs make a right.

I don't think this will haunt me.

I'll be loud in public.
I'll be mean to strangers.
It's my way of reaching out.
It's my way of reaching out.

I got so drunk that I called her on the phone.
I cried on my friend's couch, I couldn't make it home.
I guess this is what I get for being alone.

I don't think this will haunt me.
Track Name: The upstairs and downstairs don't exist anymore
Big sister, you're moving miles away
When I need you.
Big sister, when I said I wasn't scared,
I was lying to you.

Little brother, it's okay to be afraid
Because I am too.
Little brother, after all is said and done,
I am still here for you.

We'll hide in the walls of the rooms they built for us
But somebody else's kids live there now.
The upstairs disappeared. Our old bedrooms don't belong here.
The basement, it is furnished by someone else.

"A plague on both your houses"
Is what I read in Shakespeare.
It never seemed more relevant than now.

We'll hide in the walls of the rooms they built for us
But somebody else's kids live there now.
The upstairs disappeared. Our old bedrooms don't belong here.
The basement, it is furnished by someone else.
Track Name: Your Third Act
I'm picking brand new habits of self-esteem,
Of calling myself "man" instead of "a boy."
And I know the difference between growing up and growing out.
I can't believe I finally see the reason why I wanted to leave.

This loft is a book. Our old home was a schoolhouse.
I didn't learn much besides crying out loud.
I'm writing new pages. I'm writing new chapters.
Because being a new being's the hardest thing to be.

This is my own personal declaration.
I am not resigning, I'm re-signing a pact
That I made when I was twelve,
When I didn't talk to people, I scared myself,
But I don't now.