Their debut album, The Airing of Grievances, was released on the Troubleman Unlimited record label on April 14, 2008 to many positive reviews. The album's loud, heavily distorted guitars are influenced by shoegaze, while the lyrics and song titles are references to various books and other forms of entertainment (such as the album title, from the Seinfeld episode, "The Strike", about Festivus). The Airing of Grievances was reissued on January 20, 2009 on XL Recordings.
The band's second album, The Monitor, was released on March 9, 2010 through XL Recordings to wide critical acclaim, and was cited as one of the best indie albums of the year.
The band has a sizable list of former members, the latest of which, Amy Klein, left the band on October 24, 2011.
No Future Part One
Titus Andronicus Lyrics
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Waking up, it's rarely worth it
The same dark dread every morning
Senior year here in Mahwah, a new world just around the corner
Leave me behind, let me stagnate, in a fortress of solitude
Smoking's been okay so far, but I need something that works faster
So all I want for Christmas is no feelings, no feelings now or ever again
It's worn for protection, nobody gets in and nobody gets out
I used to look myself in the mirror at the end of every day
But I took the one thing that made me beautiful and I threw it away
I was a river, I was a tall tree, I was a volcano
But now I'm asleep on top of a mountain, I've been covered in snow
Yes, I have surrendered what made me human and all that I thought was true
So now there's a robot that lives in my brain and he tells me what to do
And I can do nothing without his permission that wasn't part of the plan
So now in Rock Ridge pharmacy I will be waiting for my man
But there is another down in a dungeon who never gave up the fight
And he'll be forever screaming, sometimes I hear him say, on a quiet night, he says
"You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser, man"
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You will always be a loser
You'll always be a loser now, and that's okay
The lyrics of No Future Part One by Titus Andronicus speak to feelings of hopelessness, disillusionment, and despair. The singer seems to be struggling with depression and lethargy, feeling that every day is a struggle and that there is no joy or reward to be found in life. Looking to Christmas as a time of hope and renewal, the singer expresses a desire to be free of all feeling, to escape the burdens and disappointments of life.
The imagery of the faceplate that the singer wears is a metaphor for the emotional barrier that they have erected around themselves. Wearing this mask, they keep others out and keep their own feelings locked away. They have given up on striving and creating, instead retreating into a fortress of solitude where they can stagnate and avoid the pain of living.
The lyrics of this song offer a stark and unflinching portrayal of the experience of depression and the challenges that come with it. They shine a light on the inner turmoil and desperation that can accompany this condition, while also acknowledging the resilience and strength that can be found even in the darkest of moments.
Line by Line Meaning
Everything makes me nervous and nothing feels good for no reason
I am always anxious and nothing brings me joy anymore.
Waking up, it's rarely worth it
I dread waking up because it feels pointless.
The same dark dread every morning
I feel a consistent dread every morning.
Senior year here in Mahwah, a new world just around the corner
I'm about to graduate high school and feel like my life is about to change completely.
Leave me behind, let me stagnate, in a fortress of solitude
I feel like being alone and stuck in one place is better than risking emotions and moving forward.
Smoking's been okay so far, but I need something that works faster
I'm trying to find something to numb my pain quicker than smoking does.
So all I want for Christmas is no feelings, no feelings now or ever again
I wish I could be emotionless and not feel pain anymore.
There is a faceplate all brown and red that stretches across my mouth
I feel like I'm wearing a mask to prevent anyone from knowing the real me.
It's worn for protection, nobody gets in and nobody gets out
I'm using this mask as a defense mechanism to prevent anyone from getting close to me.
I used to look myself in the mirror at the end of every day
I used to reflect on myself every night and analyze my emotions.
But I took the one thing that made me beautiful and I threw it away
I got rid of the one thing about myself that made me special.
I was a river, I was a tall tree, I was a volcano
I used to feel powerful and full of life.
But now I'm asleep on top of a mountain, I've been covered in snow
I feel like I'm frozen and stuck in my current state.
Yes, I have surrendered what made me human and all that I thought was true
I've given up on my values and what made me uniquely human.
So now there's a robot that lives in my brain and he tells me what to do
I feel like I'm not in control of myself anymore and something else is dictating my actions.
And I can do nothing without his permission that wasn't part of the plan
I'm stuck following a strict routine and can't make my own decisions anymore.
So now in Rock Ridge pharmacy I will be waiting for my man
I'm looking for something to numb my emotions.
But there is another down in a dungeon who never gave up the fight
There's someone else who is still fighting for what they believe in.
And he'll be forever screaming, sometimes I hear him say, on a quiet night, he says
I feel like there's a voice inside me that's still fighting for what's right.
"You will always be a loser
I feel like no matter what, I will never be successful or happy.
You will always be a loser
I feel like no matter what, I will never be successful or happy.
You will always be a loser
I feel like no matter what, I will never be successful or happy.
You will always be a loser, man"
I feel like no matter what, I will never be successful or happy.
You'll always be a loser now, and that's okay
I feel like being a failure is okay because it's all I know.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Patrick Stickles
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Antitutto
. NESSUN FUTURO (No Future)
Datemi solo una valigia e non mi guarderò dietro, lo prometto.
Ditemi solo, ditemi solo da che parte sono i binari.
Ho sempre guardato portoni in cerca di una crepa ma non ne ho mai trovata una
E allora guardo verso l’alto, e dico – “Fatemi venire un attacco di cuore!”
Se sei debole possiamo portare insieme questo peso, per me va bene.
Fammi solo un po’ di compagnia lungo la strada,
L’unica cosa che ho con me è una bottiglia che non dovrei toccare –
Ma è anche l’unica cosa che posso chiamare mia.
E così vi dico addio e, no, non mi dimenticherò di scrivervi.
È da troppo tempo che corro verso una luce gialla.
Lo dico ogni sera, lo so,
Ma non penso di essere mai stato così stanco di vivere.
E se le cose non dovessero migliorare, aspetterete che io cambi?
O resterò a guardarvi dirmi addio dal finestrino di un aereo?
Se vi dicessi che non ho speranze, provereste a capirmi?
O mi lascereste per un albero di palma e la sua ombra riflessa sulla sabbia?
Perché è tutto l’anno che aspetto che scenda la temperatura,
Ma ora ho la febbre e non so come fermarla.
C’è qualcosa di inevitabile che deve ancora succedere:
È lì lì, come una scarpa appesa a un filo per la punta del laccio.
Questo mondo sembra un bel posto da visitare
Ma non voglio proprio viverci.
Non esistono dottori che possano farmi una diagnosi.
Sto morendo lentamente, ho la sindrome di Patrick Stickles.
Non esistono medicine che possano curare i miei dolori,
L’unica terapia che mi offrono consiste nell’appendermi a un ramo per il collo.
La vita non è stata che un lungo, malato gioco in cui qualcuno mi chiedeva, “Preferiresti…”
E così me ne vado, in una scuola di medicina – ma come cadavere.
Ora, se ci fosse il mondo intero ad ascoltarmi e potessi dire una sola cosa, direi:
“Lasciatemi solo, cazzo,
O vi darò il benvenuto nel Duomo del Terrore!”1
I bei momenti,
I bei momenti sono tornati.
Dio mi ha mandato una visione del futuro
River Trash 2099
I don't think I have ever heard a song that captured my sentiments so accurately.
Bop Bop Perono
I miss the old, reckless Titus Andronicus, but the best punk rock is never sustainable.
Scott Olinger
My girlfriend came to me and told me she wanted an open relationship. I was so shocked and distraught because I knew that even if she didn't admit it that it was an ultimatum. I came back to this song, feeling so forlorn. Then I heard the lyrics my subconscious had been waiting for: "If I told you it was hopeless, would you wait for me to change? Or would I see you waving goodbye from an aeroplane?"
I think it's time for me to admit it's hopeless and to wave goodbye, but I'm glad I can always come back to this song to remember it wasn't in vain.
Kelly MacLeod
Amazing lyrics.
Thalyn
"American Patriot" or just "Patriot" TV show (EP06S02) brought me here, and I love that! 🍺
Antitutto
. NESSUN FUTURO (No Future)
Datemi solo una valigia e non mi guarderò dietro, lo prometto.
Ditemi solo, ditemi solo da che parte sono i binari.
Ho sempre guardato portoni in cerca di una crepa ma non ne ho mai trovata una
E allora guardo verso l’alto, e dico – “Fatemi venire un attacco di cuore!”
Se sei debole possiamo portare insieme questo peso, per me va bene.
Fammi solo un po’ di compagnia lungo la strada,
L’unica cosa che ho con me è una bottiglia che non dovrei toccare –
Ma è anche l’unica cosa che posso chiamare mia.
E così vi dico addio e, no, non mi dimenticherò di scrivervi.
È da troppo tempo che corro verso una luce gialla.
Lo dico ogni sera, lo so,
Ma non penso di essere mai stato così stanco di vivere.
E se le cose non dovessero migliorare, aspetterete che io cambi?
O resterò a guardarvi dirmi addio dal finestrino di un aereo?
Se vi dicessi che non ho speranze, provereste a capirmi?
O mi lascereste per un albero di palma e la sua ombra riflessa sulla sabbia?
Perché è tutto l’anno che aspetto che scenda la temperatura,
Ma ora ho la febbre e non so come fermarla.
C’è qualcosa di inevitabile che deve ancora succedere:
È lì lì, come una scarpa appesa a un filo per la punta del laccio.
Questo mondo sembra un bel posto da visitare
Ma non voglio proprio viverci.
Non esistono dottori che possano farmi una diagnosi.
Sto morendo lentamente, ho la sindrome di Patrick Stickles.
Non esistono medicine che possano curare i miei dolori,
L’unica terapia che mi offrono consiste nell’appendermi a un ramo per il collo.
La vita non è stata che un lungo, malato gioco in cui qualcuno mi chiedeva, “Preferiresti…”
E così me ne vado, in una scuola di medicina – ma come cadavere.
Ora, se ci fosse il mondo intero ad ascoltarmi e potessi dire una sola cosa, direi:
“Lasciatemi solo, cazzo,
O vi darò il benvenuto nel Duomo del Terrore!”1
I bei momenti,
I bei momenti sono tornati.
Dio mi ha mandato una visione del futuro
Oliv
Patriot brought me here.
Josh Botts
Yep. Loads of great music in that show...
blane rampart
Yep. Only first heard about it a couple of weeks ago. Fucking great show. Gone well before it's time.
Master Mix Disaster
ditto