Seeing Orange

by Jared Cohen

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When you're so overcome with rage that you can't even think straight, you're "Seeing Red." When you're so overcome with nausea that a racist, sexually abusive imbecile is the leader of the free world, and 40% of the people you meet are okay with the boneheaded, hateful things he says, you're "Seeing Orange."


released July 19, 2019

Written and recorded by Jared Cohen over one week in April, 2019, at The Bungalow in Fullerton, CA with help from Spencer Askin, Tom Gurbach, and Erik Roget.
Copyright 2019, Jared Cohen.


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Track Name: Seeing Orange
I feel out of place in my own country
I don’t understand what they want me to be
Everything is shit but people seem okay with it

I don't know why I'm so angry all the time...
You wouldn't believe what men are posting online
You thought teenagers were cruel? Wait ’til they get out of school

You can be a rapist and still be the President
Who the hell would’ve ever thought that could happen?
Scanning formerly soviet states, scoping out his future mates

I've said a lot of stuff I knew I’d regret
But there's some things I thought we all just agreed with
They're saying Nazis are fine and that just blows my mind

It won't stay, it will change
Part of me knows it won't last forever
But when the dust clears, the real fear
Is that nothing can be put back together

The religious right is wrong about everything
Who decided to listen to them anyway?
Now a little band of kooks get to write all the rules

Forget about God and made up religion
I just want a world where men respect women
Maybe the meaning of life is just: don’t hit your fucking wife
Track Name: Still Trying
I can feel it in my bones
Something's just getting stronger
I don't know what it is
I don't know when it'll come
But I wanna know if anything can be saved from the storm
Or is it already gone? Was it ever not?

Screaming at the walls
Wondering where the sound goes
Because it seems to disappear and fall off into a void
The other side has no interest in what the facts are
And they never did as long as they won

Sometimes I don’t know why we’re still trying
When everything we’re fighting for is gone
I wonder if we’re going through this lying
But then I think I don’t really want to know

From over and above
You can’t tell where the holes are
So you've got to step carefully
Or you’re probably gonna fall
If you keep the light shining bright like fire
Then you’ve got a chance to clear all the obstacles

At the end of every line
Something’s got to give some time
Maybe this is mine
Track Name: Bleeding
i was looking in from the outside
but everyone seemed to know my name
and i couldn't find the right thing
to cut through all the pain

sometimes things feel right
but they can't get you through the night

spending days still looking for answers
and maybe hoping for a sign
i know they're tired and untrusting
and it's all mixed up with pride

but the story doesn't fit
with the things they believe in

this was supposed to be a way out
but it never made any sense
that's never what it was about
all the things that were kept way down
they're bleeding through the cracks
and they won't stop seeping out

you can bide your time in silence
and hope that nothing fades
but the empire’s built on nothing
except a little faith

when the memories are gone
and there’s nothing left to want
Track Name: Grown Up
i’m not saying that you’re anything that you don’t already claim
i’m not sure what the game is anymore
if you won’t admit you’re playing

the whole thing feels like you're just begging for a fight

i’m tired of being the grown up
reminding you every day
it’s more than a little important
i mean it’s really everything
you treat smaller than the momentary victories you claim
and that’s really a shame

talking heads and conspiracies
they now feel commonplace
they push out things like facts and logic and reality
and blur the lines of what’s considered sane

it can be hard to care at all
when you’re punching against a wall

it’s easy to forget
you haven’t hard to control it yet
Track Name: Bang Bang
I don't need a good guy's gun
To help me figure out who won
It's easy to say and there's no need to cry
It's America and we're all gonna die

Because we're so fucked up and we don't know how to get out
Through tragedy there's always one single thing that's not in doubt
A road we'll never go down

Stupid is as stupid does but have we finally woken up?
Doesn't matter what people say when cash pours in from the NRA

Because some guys fucked up with a line that doesn't make sense
I mean with all that education you'd think they know what a comma meant
But they just dropped it right in
Track Name: Feel The Same
you were saying something but i couldn’t hear your voice
you were looking at me like i had a choice
and when everything was said and done
it was really hard to figure out who won

and it’s getting stronger every day
you expect me somehow to always feel the same
everything we had, into to the flames

what i haven't seen yet is any sign of regret
what i really need is just a little reality
if we're just wasting time then let's stop saying we're fine
another drink won't erase it all this time

it couldn’t be the silence, that’s deafening
it couldn’t be what i’m seeing,
making me reach for something disappearing
spend the whole day at the ceiling, and for what?
Track Name: Out of Time
it’s an emptiness and it’s running deep
i’m out of ideas and i can’t even sleep
close a door, open a window up
but i'm starting to think that we're out of luck

a monster’s still a monster if it doesn’t show it’s teeth
while you wait to find out if it’s good or evil
he's heading out to eat

have we lost our fucking minds?
is this how it's gonna be?
because we're running out of time here
are we're drifting in the sea

you can let the anger eat you and devour your insides
the only thing that will really change
is that you’ll have nowhere left to hide

you say there's nothing here that anyone needs to fear
but that's hard to buy once things start to disappear
trying hard to excuse every little thing
just don't forget there are bells you can't unring

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