Selfish

by The Urbane Decay

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Two orphaned compilation tracks and an out-take circa 2008. The dissolution of a relationship sandwiched between observations of Toronto by someone who recently moved there.

These songs had previously been included as bonus tracks on "One True Soul" though they were recorded somewhat earlier and don't really belong to that set. So not they've been given their own EP and I can sleep better now. It's all so important.

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released January 1, 2008

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The Urbane Decay Toronto, Ontario

The Urbane Decay is an indie pop recording project mainly active between 2002-2009, mainly by Jakob Rehlinger, mainly maudlin and mopey.

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Track Name: Everyone Should Learn To Be a Little Bit Selfish
Everyone should learn to be a little bit selfish
Go out and take what they need
And not worry about the consequences
Of their actions and dirty deeds

Everyone regrets not being selfish
not tasting all they wanted
you see it when they’re on the subway
inside they’re feeling haunted

Like a ghost
Yearning for
The life they wanted most
Like a wraith
Yearning for
A little more faith

Everyone should learn to be a little bit selfish
Even getting on the street car
Takes a certain frame of mind
gentle people get left behind

Don’t think about the shoes you scuff
Squeezing on the escalator
Like a school of fish you go with the flow
And forget about it seconds later

Like a dream
Fades
We get on with our day
Like steam
Dissipates
And curls away
Our dreams fade
And curl away

Everyone should learn to be a little bit selfish
They might find it does them good
They might find that when they’re happy
It’s easier to do what they should

No one regrets smelling flowers
Or music when they hear it
But a life full of good intentions
Ends with an empty spirit

Like a ghost
Yearning for
The life they wanted most
Like a wraith
Looking for
A little more faith
Like a wraith
Yearning for
A little more faith
Track Name: I Put The "I" In Issues
Get out another box of tissues
I’m putting the “I” back in “issues”
Filled with anxiety and fright
I can’t get it up again tonight

Get out another box of Kleenexes
I’ve been obsessing about your ex’s
Even if they couldn’t keep it in their pants
They could satisfy you in ways I can’t

I’m just being selfish
Wishing that like a shellfish
You’d opened up for the very first time
for the very first time, for the very first time
for the very first, the very first time

Open a pack of moist towelettes
Wipe away the cum and sweat
And that look of doubt and fear
That’s written on your face all too clear

I wanted to be strong
Not worried that I’m doing it wrong
For the very last time, for the very last time
For the very last , the very last time

Get out another box of tissues
I’m putting the “u” back in “issues”
You think I’m just not into you
Because it seems like I never want to screw

My insecurities become
self fulfilling prophecies
It’s been that way since the very first time
the very first time, the very first time
the very first, the very first time
Track Name: This Urban Life
At the grocery store
You pause in the door
Hold it open and wait
While the person behind you hesitates

With their overloaded arms
Deciding if you mean them harm
Then the wariness in their eyes
Fades as they decide

You’re just a being polite
Doing what you feel is right
They thank you and squeeze past
And walk away a little too fast
Too fast, they walk a little too fast

In the subway car
You see somebody charge
The doors as they close
An inch before their nose

Their eyes fill with rage
And it feels like an age
Before they realise
They’re staring into your eyes

As the stillness of the train
begins to lurch away
you realize you will never
know any person better
You’ll never know any person better

The songs on your iPod sound
like nothing's been more profound
You bury your nose in your book
And give nobody a second look

In the coffee shop
you’re pulling off the top
of your cardboard cup
to see if they filled it up

They left no room for cream
you burn your fingers on the steam
and you spill some on the floor
as you’re backing out the door

And your eyes catch a glimpse
of the barrista flinch
you can almost feel the throb
of how much they hate their job
Their job, you're glad it's not your job

Cleaning up after people like you
Well, ain't it what they're paid to do?
Still, you get out of their too fast
Too fast , you walk away a little too fast