Brandon’s tragic and unexpected death in the waning days of 2004 derailed the project as it was originally imagined forever, as the friends/band members took what would end up being almost a year to sort out their lives and their musical futures. Aside from a one-off show in NYC’s Tompkins Square Park the following summer with a great but not exactly dedicated line-up, Star Fucking Hipsters were in limbo, and the future of the project was put on hold indefinitely.
In early 2006, however, a Leftöver Crack split CD and a tour with friends Citizen Fish got creative juices flowing, and marked the return of original Leftöver Crack drummer Ara Babajian (also of NYC ska faves The Slackers). Joining forces with new friend Frank Piegaro (guitarist for The Degenerics, Ensign, Fanshen), Sturg, Frank and Ara began cranking out new Star Fucking Hipsters material, only to sacrifice three of their compositions at the last minute to Leftöver Crack for the aptly titled “Deadline” split CD with Citizen Fish.
By early 2007, with new creative input and confidence in the overall strength of their material the band had amassed a trove of new songs which they recorded at Artic Shelf studios in Queens, NY.
Fast forward a few months, to the addition of long-time friend, tattoo artist and musician Nico de Gaillo (Another Dying Democracy, The Randalls, Casa De Chihuahua) as their long-searched for female vocalist, the pieces were clicking into place. The four-piece expanded to five with the addition of Miss Yula Beeri (Nanuchka, Ex- the World/Inferno Friendship Society) on bass.
Over the ensuing months of spasmodic writing and recording, the band’s repertoire doubled in size, to twelve & a half inspired tracks. Those demos eventually made their way to NOFX’s Fat Mike, who bailed Sturg and Nico out of the N.Y. county clink (the two being detained on unrelated charges) to work at his San Francisco studio. Fat Mike helped to finish the vocals and fine-tune the dirty dozen, which you can enjoy for yourself on “Until We’re Dead,” on Fat September 30th
Design
Star Fucking Hipsters Lyrics
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It’s the dying mans voice when no words can be spun
It’s the wrench in the cogs of the smoking machinery
That plows through family and friends just for fun
When you can’t stop a world that’s grown ill with insanity
And there’re no longer words to express your distrust
And this fucking disaster shows no rhythm or rhyme
That we’ve ruined it all disassembled
From our own
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed, in blood we all sign
Grave obligations to commit unforgivable
We need 600 bodies to complete this new graveyard
And 10,000 gallons just to drown all our rage
A dozen more names just to finish the headstones
Some bravery to get us all out of this cage
The bodies stack high in this tomb of society
And the blade in my skin always writes the best lines
A stony dead silence seems to cut through the scenery
It’s the malignant cancer we’ve created through our own
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed, in blood we all sign
Grave obligations to commit unforgivable crimes
Crimes, crimes of a dubious nature
Crimes just for quick-cash or more social stature
Crimes, against our own world in time
Wicked mistakes makes us victims of our own
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed
The song "Design" by Star Fucking Hipsters highlights the complexity of the disease of distrust and the destruction it causes. The lyrics suggest that distrust is a simple disease, but complex in its effects and implication. The dying man's voice symbolizes the helplessness we can feel when faced with a reality that we cannot change, while the wrench in the cogs of the smoking machinery represents the destruction that distrust causes in our relationships with family and friends. The song touches on the feeling of powerlessness when trying to stop the madness that has taken over a world plagued with insanity.
The lyrics also suggest that we have ruined everything through our own actions. We have designed a world in which we cannot trust anyone, and this has caused us to lose sight of what is important. The song speaks to the obligation we feel to commit unforgivable crimes as a result of the distrust we have created. The images created throughout the song are grim, but they serve to underline the message that we must change the way we live and the way we treat each other to stop the destruction.
Line by Line Meaning
It’s a simple disease yet complex with complicity
The problem is simple, but intricate and difficult to solve
It’s the dying mans voice when no words can be spun
It represents the suffering and inability to express oneself in a time of crisis
It’s the wrench in the cogs of the smoking machinery
An unexpected obstacle that disrupts the established system
That plows through family and friends just for fun
A destructive force that harms innocent people for the sake of it
When you can’t stop a world that’s grown ill with insanity
When society is too far gone and seems beyond repair
And there’re no longer words to express your distrust
When communication fails and people lose trust in each other
And this fucking disaster shows no rhythm or rhyme
The chaos and destruction appear random and unpredictable
That we’ve ruined it all disassembled
The world is broken and dismantled due to human actions
From our own
By our own doing and responsibility
Design, design, designed to distrust
The system is intentionally created to cause people to become suspicious and mistrustful
Design, design, designed to be lost
The system is intentionally created to lose people and make them feel disconnected
Designed, in blood we all sign
We're all responsible for the consequences of the system, even if unwillingly
Grave obligations to commit unforgivable crimes
A heavy burden to carry, to engage in immoral deeds with no hope of redemption
Crimes, crimes of a dubious nature
Commits offenses of questionable or unknown morality
Crimes just for quick-cash or more social stature
Committed for personal gain, money or status
Crimes, against our own world in time
Wrongdoings against ourselves and our planet over time
Wicked mistakes makes us victims of our own
Our bad choices lead to negative consequences
We need 600 bodies to complete this new graveyard
We're so used to destruction and death that it becomes a routine practice
And 10,000 gallons just to drown all our rage
We're consumed by anger and use extreme methods to cope with it
A dozen more names just to finish the headstones
The dead become mere numbers, and their memory fades away
Some bravery to get us all out of this cage
We need courage and strength to break free from the destructive system
The bodies stack high in this tomb of society
The number of casualties and destruction increases rapidly in this societal 'grave'
And the blade in my skin always writes the best lines
The painful experiences of suffering and death give way to powerful expressions
A stony dead silence seems to cut through the scenery
The silence of death and loss is deafening and shocking
It’s the malignant cancer we’ve created through our own
The destructive and harmful system is a direct result of our own undoing
Designed
The system is intentionally created to cause harm and destruction
Contributed by Alexandra W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Mahdi rj
{ LYRICS }
It’s a simple disease yet complex with complicity
It’s the dying mans voice when no words can be spun
It’s the wrench in the cogs of the smoking machinery
That plows through family and friends just for fun
When you can’t stop a world that’s grown ill with insanity
And there’re no longer words to express your distrust
And this fucking disaster shows no rhythm or rhyme
That we’ve ruined it all disassembled
From our own
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed, in blood we all sign
Grave obligations to commit unforgivable
We need 600 bodies to complete this new graveyard
And 10,000 gallons just to drown all our rage
A dozen more names just to finish the headstones
Some bravery to get us all out of this cage
The bodies stack high in this tomb of society
And the blade in my skin always writes the best lines
A stony dead silence seems to cut through the scenery
It’s the malignant cancer we’ve created through our own
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed, in blood we all sign
Grave obligations to commit unforgivable crimes
Crimes, crimes of a dubious nature
Crimes just for quick-cash or more social stature
Crimes, against our own world in time
Wicked mistakes makes us victims of our own
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed
Nick Helling
Stza is the one man I can say for certain will never sell out
glass4breakfast
probably the best lyrics on this song of the album. but this album seems to have more focused n poetic lyrics than their other albums, its all almost eloquent.
Kyle Cook
glass4breakfast my favorite SFH album
Mahdi rj
{ LYRICS }
It’s a simple disease yet complex with complicity
It’s the dying mans voice when no words can be spun
It’s the wrench in the cogs of the smoking machinery
That plows through family and friends just for fun
When you can’t stop a world that’s grown ill with insanity
And there’re no longer words to express your distrust
And this fucking disaster shows no rhythm or rhyme
That we’ve ruined it all disassembled
From our own
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed, in blood we all sign
Grave obligations to commit unforgivable
We need 600 bodies to complete this new graveyard
And 10,000 gallons just to drown all our rage
A dozen more names just to finish the headstones
Some bravery to get us all out of this cage
The bodies stack high in this tomb of society
And the blade in my skin always writes the best lines
A stony dead silence seems to cut through the scenery
It’s the malignant cancer we’ve created through our own
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed, in blood we all sign
Grave obligations to commit unforgivable crimes
Crimes, crimes of a dubious nature
Crimes just for quick-cash or more social stature
Crimes, against our own world in time
Wicked mistakes makes us victims of our own
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed
Design, design, designed to distrust
Design, design, designed to be lost
Designed
tomjames2006
total and complete brilliance.
James Conklin
STZA IS A LYRICAL GENIUS!! thumbs up if you agree :D
sewerslide 1312mg
yep don't get scared kiddies, gotta switch up style Sumtumes
Ivan Goldin
this is awesome!
glass4breakfast
Such a fucking fast short song. I wish Days N Daze or Escape From the Zoo would cover this.
X Joubert
like the meaning of the lyrics the music and eveything