And through decades of solid output, rigorous touring, and unyielding punk ethos, he cemented himself as one of the most influential heroes of the DIY scene.
Rosenstock is a self-made artist who's built a bridge between enraged, angst-ridden political catharsis and hard-hitting depressive emotional introspection. His voice is loud, raspy, and on the cusp of anger, but underneath that lies enough nuance and subtlety to make his music fun and arresting all at once.
In just a couple of years, Jeff Rosenstock has gone from beloved underground punk mainstay to a DIY legend and one of the most acclaimed figures in modern punk.
Festival Song
Jeff Rosenstock Lyrics
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Gazing at the purple and pinks in the shadow of a bank-sponsored skyline
"Unite against the establishment!™
(While drones transmit the images to a server farm in the
Valley for a culture that will eat its own insides)"
Oh, they wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if it wasn't worth it
Take a long look at the billboards that smother the air 'til
You can't ignore 'em and glamorize department store crust-punk-chic
'Cause Satan's trending up and it's Fashion Week
But this is not a movement, it's just careful
Entertainment for an easy demographic in our sweatshop
Denim jackets and we'll wonder, "What just happened?!"
When the world becomes Manhattan where the banks
Steal the apartments just to render them abandoned
We're not stupid people but this financial oppression has
Got everyone believing all that we can do is nothing
'Cause we organize through avenues they lace with
Advertisements so the ones we try to rage against are still
Lining their pockets
Oh, they wouldn't be your friend if you
Weren't worth something
The lyrics of Jeff Rosenstock's "Festival Song" present a sharp critique of the warped values and contradictions of contemporary society. There is a sense of irony and self-awareness in the opening lines, as the singer expresses incredulity at their own participation and enjoyment in a festival that, while it appears to promote anti-establishment values, is actually a corporate-driven event that reinforces the very forces it claims to oppose. The irony is further underscored by the juxtaposition of the colorful natural landscape ("purple and pinks") and the looming skyline sponsored by a bank, which serves as a visual reminder of the pervasive influence of money and power.
The lyrics also touch upon themes of social status, commodification, and exploitation. The chorus seems to suggest that the relationships and connections we form with others are ultimately transactional and dependent on our perceived value or utility. The verses further explore how our identities and political movements are co-opted and sold back to us as fashion trends or commodities. There is a palpable sense of disillusionment and frustration throughout the song as the singer laments the way in which financial oppression and manipulation have created a society that is both superficial and oppressive.
Overall, "Festival Song" is a scathing and incisive critique of capitalist culture and the ways in which it shapes our worldviews, values, and interactions with others.
Line by Line Meaning
It feels completely ridiculous that I'm a willing participant,
I'm aware of the irony of being complicit in something I'm protesting against.
Gazing at the purple and pinks in the shadow of a bank-sponsored skyline
Looking at the cityscape, I see how corporations have taken over everything, even the colors in the sky.
"Unite against the establishment!™
The call to action is meaningless when it's trademarked and used as a marketing gimmick.
(While drones transmit the images to a server farm in the Valley for a culture that will eat its own insides)"
The hypocrisy of rebelling against the system while unknowingly contributing to its algorithms and data mining.
Oh, they wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
People only befriend you if there's something they can gain from you.
Take a long look at the billboards that smother the air 'til
We can't escape the constant bombardment of advertisements that subliminally influence our desires and values.
You can't ignore 'em and glamorize department store crust-punk-chic
We've become desensitized to corporate messages, and our attempts to rebel have been commodified and appropriated.
'Cause Satan's trending up and it's Fashion Week
The societal values we used to reject are now mainstream, and we're blindly following the latest trends.
But this is not a movement, it's just careful entertainment for an easy demographic in our sweatshop denim jackets
Our resistance has been watered down by commercialization, and we're just playing into the hands of the people we're fighting against.
And we'll wonder, "What just happened?!"
We'll be shocked when we finally realize that our rebellion has been co-opted and lost its original purpose.
When the world becomes Manhattan where the banks steal the apartments just to render them abandoned
The greed of corporate entities has turned our society into a dystopian nightmare where even basic needs like shelter are unattainable for the masses.
We're not stupid people but this financial oppression has
We know what's happening, but we feel powerless to effect change because of the financial systems that sustain it.
Got everyone believing all that we can do is nothing
The oppressive nature of the system has convinced us that resistance is futile and that we should just accept the status quo.
'Cause we organize through avenues they lace with advertisements so the ones we try to rage against are still lining their pockets
Our attempts at activism are rendered ineffectual by the very infrastructure we're fighting against, and the people in power are still profiting from our efforts.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Jeff Rosenstock
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@lgbtqiarights
It feels completely ridiculous
That I'm a willing participant
Gazing at the purples and pinks
In the shadow of a bank-sponsored skyline
"Unite against the establishment!"
(While drones transmit the images
To a server farm in the valley
For a culture that'll eat its own insides)
Oh, they wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something.
They wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if it wasn't worth it
If you didn't have something they could take...
... a long look at the billboards
That swallow the air so you can't ignore 'em
And glamorize department store crust-punk-chic
'Cause Satan's trending up and it's fashion week
But this is not a movement
It's just careful entertainment
For an easy demographic
In our sweatshop denim jackets
And we'll wonder what just happened
When the world becomes Manhattan
Where the banks steal the apartments
Just to render them abandoned
Oh, they wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if it wasn't worth it
If you didn't have something they could take
We're not stupid people, but this financial depression
Has got everyone believing all that we can do is nothing
'Cause we organize through avenues they lace with advertisements
So the ones we try to rage against are still lining their pockets
Oh, they wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if you weren't worth something
They wouldn't be your friend if it wasn't worth it
If you didn't have something they could take
@inspector38
listening to this song on Spotify and dying of irony
@TheKiaraLady
I don't think it's physically possible to listen to this song without bouncing to it
@Evan11of10
"Alright, I want the song of the american dorm room."
@entabruh
how can a song be so perfect...
@vitorpavani7125
I don't get where there aren't more artists doing this amazing critique.
@dextergardner9100
It feels completely ridiculous that I’m a willing participant, gazing at the purple and pinks in the shadow of a bank-sponsored skyline. “Unite against the establishment!™ (while drones transmit the images to a server farm in the valley for a culture that will eat its own insides.)”
Oh, they wouldn’t be your friend if you weren’t worth something. They wouldn’t be your friend if it wasn’t worth it, if you didn’t have something they could take.
Take a long look at the billboards that smother the air ‘til you can’t ignore ‘em and glamorize department store crust-punk-chic ‘cause Satan’s trending up and it’s Fashion Week but this is not a movement. It’s just careful entertainment for an easy demographic in our sweatshop denim jackets and we’ll wonder, “What just happened?!” when the world becomes Manhattan where the banks steal the apartments just to render them abandoned.
We’re not stupid people but this financial oppression has got everyone believing all that we can do is nothing ‘cause we organize through avenues they lace with advertisements so the ones we try to rage against are still lining their pockets. Oh, they wouldn’t be your friend if you weren’t worth something.
@fiestabizarra
Verdadera poesía punk
@CecilyRenns
you know, i love how these lyrics are written like statements, that i thought this was just a normal comment talking about what the lyrics were saying, lol
@yeahyeah976
love it, thank you
@leo-pf2sq
spotify radio charmsssss