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on music:

"How can you take advice from a nihilist? You know? They don't even care if they are going to live the next day."

- the guy from Of Montreal on why punk rockers have an unsustainable point of view on selling out/making money from music

on criticism:

"I'm a sensitive guy...I can't even self-Google."

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look up Of Montreal packaging

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Mates of State - My Only Offer Lyrics

Bought a home we bartered right.
Two kids, Two car delight.
Posed pictures on the walls.
Small talk in the bedroom halls.

Can't make it home tonight.
Go to sleep but leave the light.
I pretend to make a call.
Loose talk into bedroom stalls.

Oh, oh, oh is my only offer.
Stifle copies of myself.
Oh, oh, oh, or someone else.

My friends they all agree.
Give in to our defeat.
In secret we believe,
We're nothing, nothing, nothing that we need.

Oh, oh, oh, is my only offer.
Stifle copies of myself.
Oh, oh, oh, or someone else.

I always wanted to be the face in front of me.
Debating a life sucked out the energy.
Build up a wall made ut of finer things.
Piled in high so we could barely see it.

Oh oh oh is my only offer.
Oh, oh, oh, my only offer.

Oh, oh, oh, my only offer.
Stifle copies of myself.
Oh, oh, oh, it's all I have to offer.