Welcome to “It Takes A Village” where we explore topics like the rebellious nature of youth, the loss of love, the ironic brutality of bullies and the wanting of isolation. Genres range from indie, soul, pop-punk, psychedelia and rock n’ roll. Who cares about genres anyway? They were invented by music journalists to lazily categorize things! Forget about that, we even threw a cover in there as a bonus track for you 90s kids with “Mother, Mother” originally by Tracy Bonham. You won’t want to miss No Concept’s latest release, “It Takes A Village” exclusively on SoundCloud. Rot your brain with us for a little while, won’t you?

It Takes A Village

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[rip frankie valli's mom's pussy after a few glasses of hennessy cognac whiskey on the rocks, cheers.]

BULLY

Give me your lunch money
Throw you in the trash can 

Twerps like you shouldn’t breathe
The same air that I do 

What’s in your lunch box
I don’t eat vegetables 

My step dad beats me 
Because my mom’s a whore 

its not your problem
that my parents got divorced

But now im a bully
I’m going to take it out on you

If I am a bully, 
I’ll treat you bad 

If i am a junkie
its because im sad

im a bully
im a bully

wipe that smile off your face
i want to make you sad like me

Do my homework, nerd 
Before I give you a swirly

Kick your teeth in
If you’re not wearing hurley

You’re a bully and you don’t know why 
You were born to beat a bag and give it black eyes
You were bantering and Bunyan-ing your boat 
You would say you’re bulimic but you still don’t believe the joke

People been giving you a hard time,
They say you can’t give love and I stand here sitting by you 
cause you know I’m the one that’s true. Getting me confused with the bully just the wrong point-of-view.

If I am a bully, 
I’ll treat you bad 

If i am a junkie
its because im sad

im a bully
im a bully

wipe that smile off your face
i want to make you sad like me

sad like me

BULLY

Sweatshirt:

Freak out with the funk flow, screaming out my name as I pump up the jets, say no montages nor capulets, a vision of success is subjective at best, talking past, present, future tense don’t mix up ur participle, a pleasure principle, spit knowledge to the inner soul, why so difficult? sporadic as a future man. projecting ammunition with my words, it’s a lyrical A-bomb, crossaint is what I want, what you want is indifferent, soldier on my debutante, I’m a mean-freak nasty, flow flabbergast me, the FCC labels me obscene, I don’t get what I want but I got what I need, I’m partly crazy, but it’s chill I’m a freak brother! 

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[sweatshirt lore]

Put on your sweatshirt
Put on your sweatshirt

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Where is the funk stuff
We’re in the breeze 
Where is the funk stuff
I’m in the sea 

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[sweatshirt lore]

Put on your sweatshirt
Put on your sweatshirt

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Funky little time
Here’s a story about lies
Who’s a guy in your eyes
Who’s a flying hero, Five
I can’t deny 
Im a super soaker tie
In the cut
I’m a buck 
Shot lover
In a scuff
With the buds
And the ducks
I’m so fucked 
I’m a nun 
Run from the god
I’m a failure
To you now
I’m a renegade
Six-shooting
Cowboy on the run
What’s a pun?
I’m not grammatically 
Articulate

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[sweatshirt lore]

Put on your sweatshirt
Put on your sweatshirt

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Abducted by aliens
In centuries oblivious
The Stonehenge sages
Weren’t paid fair wages
And Deloreans weren’t perfect
They earned a parking ticket
From toad the wet sprocket 
Toting gun
You cock it
You can shoot it
Like a rocket 
Into the heart
Of nonsense
You owe 
Me six-pence
A mix, 
A master 
And a sequence
The frequency is hot
And the bass 
Was so lifted
Fuck the skinheads
Love the women
Eat the rich 
In their chrome plated whips 
Uh uh 
I’m so slick 
Slinging words around that fit
I don’t fit in with all the little cliques 
I’m a bit bit broken I’m a bag of bones
I’m a big ole pile of monumental super stones. 
I build tall & dense enough to cure this. 
With all the sauerkraut & heartbreak little accidents. 

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[sweatshirt lore]

Put on your sweatshirt
Put on your sweatshirt

Put On Your Sweatshirt

What Could Have Been

The last time I saw you, you were thirty-four
You made it six years, then you got divorced 
You came onto the scene with your calico hair
Playing bass guitar in your underwear 

What are you up to now?
Where did life take you?
Did it all work out? 
Do you ever look back at it
And think about what could have been?

When I saw you , you were full of shit 
In the silent spring, you never quit 
Well I guess I won’t speak to you again 
It doesn’t matter cause I’m over it

What are you up to now?
Where did life take you?
Did it all work out? 
Do you ever look back at it
And think about what could have been?

What are you up to now?
Where did life take you?
Did it all work out? 
Do you ever look back at it
And think about what could have been?

What Could Have Been

What would you like me to believe 
Who would your heart desire to see

When could you ever rely on me 
Why can I hurt [anyone or anything] 

I want you to see what I’ve seen 
Then go and make believe you are with me 
I wanna be like yours 
Love like chemicals

You’d never see me the same 
I hope your heart breaks 
& shatters to a million pieces 

Who would you love me to hate 
I’m just trying to get laid 
Who are we & what are us 
do you trust me or are you trying to fuck 

The truth seems to reveal itself 
You always seem to put me through hell

Cunt

To Be Young & Dumb Again

Look at you in your faded jeans
Your pony tail hanging at ur sleeves
Wide eyed, you tend to hypnotize 
A guy like me with his head in the sky 

To be young & dumb again
To be young & dumb again

To be young 
& dumb 
With your heart
Out on the run 

To be real
Alive
With pain 
You can’t even describe 

I want to feel 
It all again 
To be young 
& dumb 
as we were then 

Days had passed & we had lived together 
Our dreams died down, it was never for pleasure
I keep thinking back to those days 
When we free, now it’s not the case

To be young & dumb again
To be young & dumb again

To be young 
& dumb 
With your heart
Out on the run 

To be real
Alive
With pain 
You can’t even describe 

I want to feel 
It all again 
To be young 
& dumb
as we were then

To Be Young & Dumb

Anakin Killed the Women & Children

[Anakin Killed The Women & Children]

Navigating through inter-dimensional cosmic realms at the speed of light through your speakers.

Namaste. 

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[Anakin Killed The Women & Children]

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