Music For Car Commercials

by Libel

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This Is Love 02:50
Kinda happened as a matter of fact Boundaries crossed, battalions lost Unprepared for the counter-attack She got me good, misunderstood Her intentions Different than mine though not unkind So I guess that we’ll say, this is love Kinda happened in a moment of doubt Shields were down, ceded the crown Knocked me out with that sweet little pout Thoughts were mixed, but plans were nixed “C’mon baby You know you want this, sealed with a kiss” So I guess that we’ll say, this is love Kinda happened as a matter of fact Boundaries crossed, battalions lost Kept up appearances just for good tact But something’s brewing, it’s not my doing So I guess that we’ll say, this is love Ain’t this love grand, baby?
Golden Child 05:20
So young and vital Sweet Golden Child Spread your wings, go viral Vaunted Golden Child Oh, Golden Child, we’re drooling at your revenue potential With the right marketing, you could be this year’s prized essential They’ll touch themselves as you walk into the room Count off the days till you legally bloom Oh, Golden Child, you’re coming up on peak velocity So let us help you – enhance your luminosity A dash of this, a pinch of that and voila Just watch as their jaws drop in awe Cheer when you dance Clap when you sing Gasp when you fall Oh god, you’re wonderful Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful Oh, Golden Child You’re all grown up and quite a mess The sales are down, slid off the cliff Your habit’s racked up quite a tab The fans have left, the glow is gone Your face is pocked, you smell like shit You’re horrible Horrible, Horrible, Horrible So please take this release and sign For we’d like to televise your decline The masses with tune in and sigh Shake their heads and say, “How’d she get…” So old and vile You faded Golden Child Throw her on the waste pile Washed-up Golden Child And one more falls
Old Boy 05:31
Towers of steel punch holes through skies of gray On the streets below the masses fight tooth and nail Stamp hand, trample foot – anything for an inch Bankers smoke and drink on the ledges They’re always cheering on the rubes Tired of running the race When we can’t even keep up the pace Old boy – never get ahead that way Old boy, old boy In this humdrum age the scholars are all frauds Screaming prophecy from the omnipresent screen Proletariat or pris’ner, you tell me Huddled in a cell, staring at the wall They’re always saying Don’t touch that dial, you’re gonna want some more New words spew from a fresh face But he acts like the guy he replaced Old boy – hope’s just a thing they say Old boy, old boy It’s time for the next batch to make its play Open up your eyes and ears to what they say So let’s pumped, let’s get psyched We’re gonna burn this whole world down And rebuild it better Oh shit – the window’s closed Thank you all for giving your all Old words spew from that fresh face Yeah, he’s just like the guy he replaced Old boy – ain’t such a thing as change Old boy, old boy
How the hours pass Drawing slow from a broken wine glass, you Cut your lip Despite the sting you continue to sip And stare at me Circled by faces you thought friendly, but now Appear grim Rendered grotesque in the interim How much time has passed Since affection were surpassed by Spite and bile Best course: split for the long while Yet we’re both here Mere feet between feel like a light year, you still Wish I’d choke Gag on that trite adage I spoke “Time will heal all wounds So until then Think about something else Anything else Something other than me” Now the night is past Babbling with friends I never thought would last, your Glare like ice Failing to see I can’t heed my own advice Time won’t heal all wounds ‘cause I can’t Think about something else Anything else Anything other than you
Well, it’s coming around, clamor and sex abound But then you feel it – knocks your feet off the ground So it takes you away to an impossible day Then you wake up – cold and raped and gray All your life Driving straight on a one-way street All your love Tucked way for a rainy day, well hey The sky is downcast today Well, you’re stumblin’ around, always more lost than found And then you hear it – deafened by the sound So it leaves you ashamed, far more than they had claimed Then you run off – old and stoned and tamed All your life Spinning circles on two left feet All your love Stored away for safekeeping, well hey What’s worth hanging onto? Stop the play The actors all flub their lines anyway Tomorrow’s children will know better Why do we pray To gods who sneer and gag at the display? Tomorrow’s children will know better And sure, we’ll try To mask our disappointment but it’s no lie We hoped for, we expected so much more But we all we got was… Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Nothing worth holding onto So stop the song This ragged melody’s gone on too long But we won’t, no we can’t stop singing
Perceptions 05:06
Perceptions, Yours and mine What lies beneath the skin A tapestry of half-truths Plausible, deniable Shouldn’t we know how much is true? Before we throw ourselves into the flames Deceptions So commonplace Unknowable to self and soul Do you suffocate all that Resembles regret? Are you as rotten as me? So you’ll throw yourself into harm’s way I don’t want your heart to break I don’t want your faith to shake No, not right now Misdirection From all sides The pertinent is set adrift We drown in the trivial Wrapped up in vitriol Throwing caution to the wind And so we’ll throw ourselves into Yes, throw ourselves into harm’s way I don’t want your heart to break I don’t want your faith to shake Well, I’m telling you this now I’m telling you this true This is not in vain I don’t want your heart to break Though it may seem I just don’t care at all Well, I do We’ve come to an accord: I accept you, you accept me as is But promise me this No, don’t you dare change Don’t you dare change I want you just like this always Always
Empath 03:47
Target acquired Just follow the mark Crosshairs are locked Trigger is waiting Adjust the levels Condense, trim Beacon, beacon The trace is on Call on me (I am a siphon) I am a siphon for your pain Call on me (I’ll steal your fear) I’ll steal your fear when you’re afraid Cross and fade Reinforce the signal Wires are taut Now amplify Call on me (I am exactly) I am exactly what you crave Call on me (I am a leech) A leech by any other name Call on me (I cannot tell) I can’t differentiate what hurts and what elates Call on me (I’ll take it all) I’ll take your everything I’ll take your everything away Dialed in high Responder dies The cable is torn Burn the line
Filthy Mouth 05:49
Hollow steps, shallow breaths and in she crept Sentient, pertinent with the sweetest scent Innocence, eloquence, well, in a sense It’s on sale today, for what price you’ll pay Name it now Come and see our variety, pick your cup of tea Or a tasty cake, freshly baked, will you partake? Market price for a slice is pretty nice When it’s on sale today for what price you’ll pay Name it now ‘Cause inventory’s moving out, who knows when We’ll get more in We got your number sir That’s coming right up Made fresh to order, it’s our honor We live to serve you Make no fuss, we’ll adjust, yes, you can trust That we’re malleable, bountiful and penetrable So let’s finish with this wish – you will relish What’s on sale today, and oh what a price you’ll pay Name it now ‘Cause inventory’s moving out, who knows when We’ll get more in That’s not a problem, sir We got it under wraps Don’t fret your pretty head Let us satisfy you And you know, I’m not one of you I’m just here for the tour You won’t see me all that long Yeah, you know, I’m not one of you I’m saving up the tips Gonna grab some of that sweet life It’s a sweet, sweet life I hear No past tense or pretense, it’s all present Forever today, if you had your way And you will You always will
Caught in the caste of above-average Constantly off’ring thanks for the privilege Better than most but not great, they say This will be all right, this will be OK And chastise those who disagree For rewards come to those who serve diligently Bevy of choices at hand Seems best to stick with the plan Who’d rather take their chances with the Roll of the dice? Sleep don’t come so just stay awake Double dose of pills on your breakfast plate Recover on your next holiday For now you are all right, for now you are OK Besides the shrink says your condition is such a bore Come back when you’ve become something more Paths cross in the woods – which to take? The lighted one appears safe The less-traveled one beckons It whispers to us It’s screaming into our ears Strip the veils off Lean forth and cough What will it take to Stimulate you? Rip your tongue out Pinch off your snout What will it take to Stimulate you Sheep? Doubters, the moment’s at hand Rise up and say, fuck the plan You’d rather take your chances with the Roll of the dice Strange face stares back in the mirror today You are not all right, you are not OK


Libel takes a post-punk core, adds some glam trimming and a healthy dollop of epic. Libel really should have had its heyday in 1993, when the group could have toured the country with simpatico acts such as Jawbox and Sunny Day Real Estate. It could have earned a moderate but loyal fan base that would be heartbroken at its sudden disintegration (likely after a poor-selling release on a major label). Twenty years later, with its legacy firmly established, the band would reunite for an epic global tour to celebrate the re-release of its debut full-length, which sounded ahead of its time on release but surprisingly pertinent in 2013. Let’s say that album is “Music for Car Commercials.”

"Libel is part of a much needed revival of technically proficient rock bands whose influences come from a time when bands like Jawbox, Sunny Day Real Estate and Shudder to Think were kings, or damn well should have been." --


released August 1, 2013

Written and performed by Libel:

Gavin Dunaway - vocals, guitars, one-handed keys
Brian LaRue - bass, vocals, trumpet
Nick Brzoza - Drums, percussion

With the help of:
Julie Rozansky - Vocals
Michela Buttignol – Glockenspiel

Engineered by Andrea Zavareei, Gavin Dunaway & Nick Brzoza
Mixed by Matthew Stein of SWAN7 (, Gavin Dunaway & Nick Brzoza
Mastered by Paul Gold, Salt Mastering (

Cover design by Michela Buttignol (


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