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Shane Shan Sean

by Buckingham Greene

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1.
What I Wanna Tell You 04:14
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The lonely boy has no golden standard puts out an ad saying “Best Friend Wanted” so we were best friends for less than two months but by the end you wanted me dead now I’m not doing anything no, I’m not doing anything The bird broke my heart into crushed dominoes and made me lose everything when I see you on campus, I freak the fuck out and I drive right out of your sight and you know what the saddest part is? I still think you were in the right r: This is what I wanna tell you but I’m sure you don’t have the time because when I finally tell you you have moved on with your life it’s not that I don’t have the words I just don’t think they should be heard I’ll hold them in ‘til my face is blue this is what I wanna tell you I have the best parents I’ve ever met as supportive as parents can get sure, they bug me all about my future ‘cause they see my ears are still wet hundreds of dollars for therapists because apparently CBH wasn’t enough memories of my formative years are keeping me from telling you all my stuff your boy’s not a little faggot contrary to what you might’ve heard don’t like the PDA on the TV, Mom? this is why I won’t say that I’m cultured [r] How can you tell me to get a fucking life when my biggest hero made a slave out of his wife? [r x 2]
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Big Deal! I'm Alvin Schwang! 03:44
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Flea bitten face in the midst of a meeting Muzzle on the edge of the Merlot rim As the man gives praise to the ones he loved And spurs the lives of the ones he fucked Wagging the limb that if cut sends him askew Four-legged freak the world's his room with a view He sees green because his mind's so horny Thinks of the old days all the while in his dreams No girls, no fun, man, no girls, no fun No girls anywhere in the whole wide world Oh my God I'm a pent-up sucker A real bad mother, and another and another The scenery peridot all she touched The boutique man, he wasn't enough The good boy engineers his fate The good boy gets her out on a date Long ago, he had a name The czar was tame, the signal flange October came and chapped his hands Stuck between the beast and the man No girls, no fun, man, no girls, no fun (he writes the tune and we pay his dues) No girls anywhere in the whole wide world (he seems like a good ol’ boy, he seems like a good ol’ boy) Oh my God I'm a pent-up sucker (gaining human form upon requited love) A real bad mother, and another and another (but it just wasn’t enough, but it just wasn’t enough) Big deal, I'm Alvin Schwang 'Tis real, I'm Alvin Flang The flame, the game, so tame Can you think of anything better, Shane? Foaming tooth upon contact with chlorine The key lime baby coming Chappaquiddick Paddle to the center of the scene Announce to all your name means Alvin Prick Cause yer a dick You make me sick She'll flip No girls, no fun, man, no girls, no fun (he writes the tune and we pay his dues) No girls anywhere in the whole world window (he seems like a good ol’ boy, he seems like a good ol’ boy) Oh my God I'm a pent-up sucker (gaining human form upon requited love) A real bad mother, and another and another (but it just wasn’t enough, but it just wasn’t enough) And another and another and another and (I wish this was just a cartoon so I could be like) And another and another and another and (this is real as fuck, I like the way they don’t give up) And another and another and another and (tweet about it – “more stories like this, so important”) And another and another and another and (but it really happened, OH GOD IT REALLY HAPPENED)
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My 1st Girlfriend 04:07
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I just got my first girlfriend I'm so enamored but I don't know what she looks like I'm sure that she is really cute I wish she'd tell me so but she's kinda the silent type She just wants me to fuck her and call her bad words call her a bitch and a slut and a whore our sex is all in asterisks she lives in Michigan but I still have her cumming on the floor I just got my first girlfriend she's always lonely she's always lonely, sad and horny I just hope that she likes me I hope she likes me I hope she really, really likes me, yeah Our first date was so awkward I tried to relate talked about how we both play DnD but she just wanted my D made indications told me to have her no charity next thing I know, we're texting I'd never dommed before you could tell I didn't know how virtually went in with no lube she gave me blisters but I kinda like the pain now I just got my first girlfriend she's always lonely she's always lonely, sad and horny I just hope that she likes me I hope she likes me I hope she really, really likes me, yeah she told me to call her inferior as I decorate her interior turns out I got a bad-boy side when I'm textin' yeah, let's go sexin'! I wish I could be with her we'd lay for hours listening to 100 gecs fuck your notions of romance 'cause this is true love we're like Spader and Gyllenhaal if you just heard her whimper saw her tight asshole then you might get it after all so far we've done it four times wanna get personal she just gives me the cold shoulder when she's not hot and bothered her illness blocks my path man, I just wanted to hold her (liebermintz sings this next bit) He just got his first girlfriend he's so enamored but he he doesn't know what she looks like he's sure that she's really cute wishes she'd tell him so but she's kinda the silent type she just wants him to fuck her and call her bad words call her a bitch and a slut and a whore their sex is all in asterisks she lives in Michigan but he still has her cumming on the floor I just got my first girlfriend she's always lonely she's always lonely, sad and horny I just hope that she likes me I hope she likes me I hope she really, really likes me, yeah I just wrote her this love song I hope she likes it I hope she really, really likes it, yeah...
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Nokia Sugarphone Sideshow 04:57
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I've been drifting in and out again Listening to Morgan Simpson on "953" slowing down the pace Skip a bit, "Of Schlagenheim," and I get another text It's from her, the girl I didn't give any space I called her all the time and went through all my lines Stay on for half an hour, my brother had to pull me off Stuck in a Homsar impression and inquiries of life It's like she said six years ago, I should move the hell on I'm at the party stapled to a tree Don steps outside with cigarette and Genoveses me We lie all of the time Caught between the gears of perpetual motion With no reason nor rhyme, watching Butt's Twelve by Pies At your personal sugarphone sideshow... (STAGE!) Man, it was screwy when I couldn't handle her rejection I wanted to play for her this very song I’ve toiled over I know she was tired of my interjections I blew out her hearing aid by singing songs of Pennzoil Last I heard, we got in touch, and talked about the days Send her a distant recommendation now and again Even though I changed my tune, the tension was in place The Cardiacs were her last straw, we haven't spoken since I'm at the party, sinking Jengaships Trying to speak my heart out, but nothing ever sticks Locked inside my bit We lie all of the time Caught between the gears of perpetual motion With no reason nor rhyme, watching Butt's Twelve by Pies At your personal sugarphone sideshow... (STAGE!) It's such a let-down To know your heroes who seemed cool to you Are just more silly tools That the bullshit made its one good point The shit we waded through It's such a let-down When she's afraid of you That was never my intention I had to think it through I’m the nuisance in her mind’s eye And now I sleep the day away I know I should move on And if she ever hears this song I wouldn't know what to say I'm at the party, snowblind in a ditch Cerebral landmine gives and takes and takes and takes and takes We lie all of the time Caught between the gears of perpetual motion With no reason nor rhyme, watching Butt's Twelve by Pies At your personal sugarphone sideshow... At your personal sugarphone sideshow... At your personal sugarphone sideshow... At your personal sugarphone sideshow... (STAGE!)
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Zoot Harkleroller 01:56
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across from the bus barn in Wasilla
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I'm Not Satisfied 02:32
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Yeah! Got no place to go (I'm tired of walking Up and down the street all by myself) No love left for me to give (I tried and tried But no one wants me the way I am) Why should I pretend I like To roam from door to door Maybe I'll just kill myself I just don't care no more Because I'm not satisfied Everything I've tried I don't like the way Life has been abusing me Yeah! Yeah! Who would care If I was gone (I never met no one Who'd care if I was dead and gone) Who needs me To care for them (Nobody needs me Why should I just hang around?) Why should I just sit and watch While the others smile I just wish that someone cared If I was happy for a while Because I'm not satisfied Everything I've tried I don't like the way Life has been abusing me Yeah!
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You Play in an Indie Band 00:40
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You wear clothing from American Apparel You buy all your vinyl from Urban Outfitters You exclusively listen to Pavement and GBV and you're a cashier at Barnes and Noble You play in an indie band You got a record deal with Atlantic Records But you turned it down because it was against your scene But you signed a deal with Arista And now your songs are in Mazda commercials You play in an indie band
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White Boy Rips It at the Apollo! 03:03
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I may walk with swagger, but I don’t have self-esteem When I look in the mirror, all I wanna do’s demean I hold my gut out, and I heed my momma’s words I don’t have diabetes, but it’s just what I deserve Why did you take this rosy-cheeked, unshaven white boy to meet your friends? I’m just gonna be on the couch on my phone until this party ends All your friends are diverse and chill, you could un-friendzone any one of them But you picked me, and that’s fucked up, I feel I’m where your problems stem r: It’s not your problem If it’s not my problem Don’t find a solution I don’t want a solution Just let me wallow here with no direction Your prodding and your poking isn’t a proper inspection Fill up the oil machine just to try and accomplish something Let it run down the sixteen lances while my spirit becomes nothing Did you have a nice day at work? Please run through all the details I don’t really wanna talk about my life continues to fail I put on a good movie, but the dopamine rush was brief I’m glad you’re still concerned, but stop giving me that grief [r] How can you tolerate all the bullshit I inflict on you? You know, you could really break off all contact if you wanted to I wouldn’t be surprised if we never saw Denise Richards again [r]
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Fillerbunny! 01:59
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I’m watching the TV ‘cause I like watching the TV and I like watching the TV ‘cause I’m in love with it and of course pollute your anger at the critique oblique and of course pollute my anger at the life fantastic and I’m lying in my bed and I’m Bob Dylan stoned and yes it bums me out that I concede to Cherone Five out of five and I think I’m going blind Nine times out of ten and the knave is through my side Uh, I don’t know what else to jot down here I could say “surreal so real” and shift into 12th gear I’m wearing down the tape ‘cause I like wearing down the tape and I like wearing down the tape ‘cause it reminds me of Neu and of course pollute the skies with traffic jam rain and of course pollute my mind with the films of Gaspar Noé and I shoulda bought the Art Star tape for six and a half and yes it bums me out I’m not as good as that Five out of five and I’m going blind Nine out of ten and they take in the kerosene Chaim Witz breathes the flame, I wanna be in that time Yes, Liz and Sean and Dr. Joe, I named the song after that Jhonen gag-a-day strip Burn it, throw this in the can, this one’s garbage I’m the Bart Harley Jarvis of good and spicy punk rock
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Brent DiCrescenzo 11:29
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You said I’m like a walrus with the sapphire eyes and you say he’s like a boxcar that doesn’t know its size And we’re just meat-slabs waiting ‘til each one of us dies You think saying these things makes you different from other guys Now I’m angry, now I’m angry waiting in the car Are you finished with your monologue about Harper’s Bazaar? You come in, sit shotgun, then revel in your pain What the hell is the point of speaking like a soapbox in your brain? We all want to be punk We all want to be emo We all want to be beatniks And we all want to be gonzo But you don’t sound like the boy that I know You sound like Brent DiCrescenzo I remember when we first met in the hall You were the only boy who cut right through it all You said this city was bogus and the country was against us We would get up early and make love while waiting for the school bus But everything seemed to change like you saw a comet for the first time You feign sincerity when you sound this damn contrived Who’s that poet? Who’s that philosopher? Do you use them as camouflage? Do you sound just like a human or a refrigerator-magnet montage? We all want to be punk We all want to be emo We all want to be beatniks And we all want to be gonzo But you don’t sound like the boy that I know You sound like Brent DiCrescenzo I don’t wanna hear about polo on the Pacific Coast I don’t wanna hear about the bad English paper you wrote I don’t wanna hear about a briefcase full of unsharpened pencils I wanna see that boy I loved before he tried to be prehensile I don’t wanna hear about your beef with Tim Kinsella I don’t wanna hear about putting it all under the pop umbrella I don’t wanna hear about the Ronnie and Phil of crunk How can I take you seriously when you regurgitate this junk? We all want to be punk We all want to be emo We all want to be beatniks And we all want to be gonzo But you don’t sound like the boy that I know You sound like Brent DiCrescenzo No, you don’t fucking sound like that boy that I got to know (or Ryan Schrieber) You sound just like Brent DiCrescenzo You’re just a run-on..

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"These greene Buckinghams is crazy. You can tell by their guitars. One enby wears flannel shirts and they all smell like Old Spice. We were going to get them for a dance after the music band concert but my best pal warned me you can never tell how many will show up...sometimes the filmmaker doesn't show up and sometimes he shows up and steals all the dehydrated tapioca pudding carefully locked up right next to the Nocaster with the broken head stock. None of these kids on my Subreddit like the Buckingham Greene, especially since the moderator told us what the lyrics to their music songs mean."
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The wild and energetic sounds of Buckingham Greene are renowned throughout the bedrooms of America, especially due to their profundity and their careful references to pop culture. What attracted them to the prospect of music, despite its diminishing returns, was the fact that Sean McGann, known for his side project Tapioca Thieves, could come to terms with his sexuality and Shane Smith, known for their leadership of Monaural and their "admittedly embarrassing championing" of contemporary acts like Walt Mink and black midi, could write "unpretentious pop songs without fear of being shipped to Abu Dhabi by the Feline Who Consumes Italian Pasta Staples." What resulted from this artistic collaboration was the debut single "My 1st Girlfriend," a psychosexual ode to sex and first dates, and nine more tracks, with a clear delineation between the ones whose lyrics were penned by Sean (primarily dealing with relationships) and whose lyrics were penned by Shane (primarily dealing with questions like "how did the dog from 'Love on a Leash' get that way" and "am I really the jerk"). The music, however, stays the same - a potpourri of "good, nutritious, and spicy" punk rock and roll, with a decidedly '90s alternative/mid-aughties emo-pop edge and the occasional reminder that, yes, Seth Putnam existed at one point in the broad history of humanity. The production is a bit/very rough, varying from "way too clean to be played in your car properly" to "the bass is cranked up so loud it spilled over my water bottle onto my desk - and thankfully that cap was on." But maybe the friendly folks at Mobile Fidelity Sound Lab, one day, might be able to make this album shimmer with the gracefulness of a thousand suns. And maybe, just maybe, a real record label might be the first to pick up Buckingham Greene so they can begin work on their follow-up album, in which collaborations with Gaten Matarazzo, Kate Bush, a David Bowie vocal warm-up take, and Unkle Adams have been proposed (mostly jokingly). Either way, Buckingham Greene is America's best kept secret - a handshake protocol between the Deep South and the Midwest.
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released August 27, 2021

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Buckingham Greene consists of:

Shane Smith - vocals (2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10), guitar, bass, keyboards, drum programming, mixing, mastering
Sean McGann - vocals (1, 3, 6, 8), songwriting, lyrics, recording

Produced, mixed, and mastered by Shane Smith

Recorded from October 2020 to August 2021 at Heated New Sound (Oxford, GA and Moncks Corner, SC), except for "You Play in an Indie Band" and the instrumental for "Fillerbunny" (July 2017, HNS, Oxford, GA).

Sean's vocal tracks were recorded in Wilmington, IL from November 2020 to July 2021.

Shane plays Squier guitars, Cort basses, and Arturia keyboard MIDI controller things. Addictive Drums 2 was exclusively used for the drums on this album.

Cover art designed and conceptualized by Shane Smith, based in part on supermarket tabloids.

SHANE SAYS THANK YOU TO THESE WONDERFUL PEOPLE:
Sean McGann, Jacob Abate, Ariel "The Oncoming Doo-Dah" Godfrey, Michael "Albert Jazeera" Laas, Nick Sweat, Thor Speeler, Rex Nabours III, Elizabeth Southwell, Joe Suthers, Machi Coart, Adam Neal, Julianna Reed, Joshua Schaffrick, Sean "Minky" Stephens, Kate Smith, Trent Allen, Ash Allen, "Irish" Rose Gallagher, Jimmy Belford, Pat Barry, Lilz Martin, Sean Arey, Katamari Oneohone...hang in there, and Tara Reade.

Sean would like to thank the following wonderful people:
Shane Smith, Mom and Dad, Cousin Allie, Baylor Thornton, Valerie Faye Ferkol, RetroEthan, Diana Gruber, Tara Reade and all the homies in the Scum Gang group chat.

AND THANK YOU TO THESE FAMOUS CELEBRITY PEOPLE...PEOPLE WHO HAVE INFLUENCED THE SOUND OF THIS ALBUM IN ONE WAY OF ANOTHER: Morgan Simpson, Geordie Greep, Cameron Picton, Bob Pollard, Kate Bush, Isaac Wood, Gerard Way, Dr. Tim Smith (R.I.P.), John Kimbrough, Frank Zappa, Donnie Vliet, Isaac Brock, 2001 Matthew Bellamy, that Swedish guy that plays Randy Fitzsimmons every now and again, J. Robbins, Blacc France Is, Kim Shattuck (R.I.P.), the manufacturer of the snare drum Lars Ulrich played on St. Anger, Corey Feldman...no, you cannot sleep on my couch, Gener and Deaner, Alec “Acai” Castillo, Tyson Ritter, Nick Wheeler, Jack White, Berton Averre, Ian Curtis and his funky fresh moves, Guy Picciotto, Dave Smalley, Kenny Inouye, and Frederick Durst whose entire genius approach to music and classical composition helped pave the path for bands like The Squeakquel.

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