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The State of Things

by Modern Diet

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1.
Burn it down I’ve been at home I’ve been alone It hasn’t been too long Going back On everything I ever said To you at all again Did you throw out all my gifts And get another lover Did you take down all the pictures Of our time together Am I disappearing Have I disappeared to you I don’t feel any smaller now Cleaning up I did my best I made a mess Has it been long enough Moving on And falling down I heard you live together now Did you throw out all my gifts And get another lover Did you take down all the pictures Of our time together Am I disappearing Have I disappeared to you I don’t feel any smaller now Going through the motions is a chore I did my best I am a mess I don’t think about you at all Do you think about me anymore Did you throw out all my gifts And get another lover Did you take down all the pictures Of our time together Am I disappearing Have I disappeared to you I don’t feel any smaller now
2.
The fan that kept us company On quiet nights so neighborly Still spins and spits its wine into my room My pillow’s just a green today It’s getting old but smells okay Washed it once it came out good as new Haven’t hung my socks to dry Or tried to paint another time Some things I just wasn’t meant to do I’m working as an engineer Making just enough to clear Fancy coffee and my brooklyn room I heard you’re doing better too In love and going back to school Isn’t growing up the strangest thing We were dizzy kids at odds With everything I thought I was Isn’t growing up the strangest thing
3.
Pretending 04:15
Painted a picture and let it dry Over night Some peace of mind In letting it lie down Daisy will wait I might have guessed when I went to bed That instead The canvas bled Image distorted A chorus of voices sings Maybe it's for the best I said im just pretending I think I found an ending after all I hope you’re not pretending You know im not pretending anymore This is what it sounds like When I know you're coming by I said I'm just pretending Measured my future in make believe Figurines Made of steam Ballerinas Have you seen them turn into the wind I said im just pretending I think I found an ending after all I hope you’re not pretending You know im not pretending anymore This is what it sounds like When I know you're coming by I hope you're not pretending This is what it looks like When I'm coming back to life You know I’m not pretending Up in smoke There it goes Oh no Nostalgia’s just a dirty word Painting sold A dancer chokes Oh yes And yesterday is not so cold This is what it sounds like When I know you're coming by I hope you're not pretending This is what it looks like When I'm coming back to life You know I'm not pretending
4.
Tabletops 04:33
Fall in love With a fiction that you found on the internet It’s the trendy thing to do Call it off Just when things were getting good Getting good is better when you have nothing to do with it Make my bed Fill my head With heavy hearted hopes about the way that this should go Mixing pictures on a tabletop A splinter in monotony They say a picture's worth a thousand words You give it all away for free Going out Just to saw you didn’t not Drinking in another night that looks piss but tastes alright Call a cab The MTA is burning down Dusting off some magazines Some scissors and some make believe Mixing pictures on a tabletop A splinter in monotony They say a picture's worth a thousand words You give it all away for free When you talk I’ll listen It’s the least that I could do And I’m sure that they’re missing Everything I see in you
5.
Make Sense 04:40
I’m outside I’m alright Rain is soft Like it was Like it’s not Like its just another night Broadway sings No one cares Warmer than I’ve been in years Astor place Holds her breath Waiting just to see what happens next Come on home Come on home It doesn’t make sense now My cigarette disappears Come on back Come on back It didn’t make sense then I’m having that dream again I don’t mind It’s kind of nice I’m inside I’m alright Holding on To the song Of the rain Walking to your room again Union Square keeping time But the numbers aren’t right Come on home Come on home It doesn’t make sense now My cigarette disappears Come on back Come on back It didn’t make sense then I’m having that dream again I don’t mind It’s kind of nice Making up Making sense Make myself at home again Hang my coat Hang my head Happy to be on the mend Kettle’s on Whistling Out of tune violins Falling down Fall apart Should have known it from the start
6.
Slip into a dream Dream Dreaming of me Me only under water Wake wake up in a sweat Don’t sweat all the rest The rest is Softer than what I am used to Oh what a time to be You You made me a doll All plastic and small Smaller than I could handle Hands up in the air I’m too high to care About the Places that we could have gone to Oh what a time to be sober The sky might fall tomorrow Oh what a time to come over After all I didn’t do For you
7.
Older 02:36
Tiff said my candles are out for blood Nothing should smell like they do Katie hands me a paper bag She says it’s filled with the truth I jump inside and turn on the lights Turn out we aren’t alone Everything is connected now I should probably go Maybe when we’re older We can find a way to live that will not Kill us in the process Let’s just think about it later I’ve got plans this afternoon I’m sure well get to it soon The sky is hundreds of baby clouds The earth is breathing us in My body feels its impermanence My mouth is stuck in a grin I jump outside and turn off the lights The city searches my face For any sign of magnificence The city steadies her gaze Maybe when we’re older We can find a way to live that will not Kill us in the process Let’s just think about it later I’ve got plans this afternoon I’m sure well get to it soon
8.
The Sink 03:32
It’s Thursday night again Behind the bathroom sink Sinking Into the gods in ink Try to become the same Something One eye at a time One eye at a time One eye at a time When is a shape correct When is a shape beyond wishing It’s Thursday night again Behind the bathroom sink Sinking Is too much Or never enough To be one of them Ink in the eyes You’ll be alright It’s Friday night again Trying to set an intention The door is closing in The boys are drunk with pretension One foot at a time One foot at a time One foot at a time It’s Friday night again Enter another dimension Is it too much Or never enough To be one of them Ink in your eyes We’ll be alright If we can make it through the night Maybe then we’ll sleep Like the kids With the pretty faces Facing every night Like a kiss All dressed up and wasted Wasted all this time Space and ink In the bathroom cursing Every Thursday night behind the sink If we only knew it Maybe then we’ll sleep Like the kids With the pretty faces Facing every night Like a kiss All dressed up and wasted Wasting all this time Space and and ink In the bathroom cursing Every Friday night behind the sink If we only knew it
9.
25 04:18
Did you know the shape of things When I was a little fire Burning to burn instead Of looking at the time Is that the light you see When I try to make a scene Shouting and loud guitars A room of seventeen Twenty-five Quarter of a century Rolling by Have I been good enough So to speak Speaking of the future Stay with me I will be good enough Adrienne she hugged the ground It hugged her back and told her to hang on Time’s not going anywhere We’re just passing through and dancing on I haven’t written much I haven’t called enough Too busy breaking down and polishing my clocks I’ve been preoccupied These days with the shape of time When all of yours was mine And what does that make me Twenty-five Quarter of a century Rolling by Have I been good enough So to speak Speaking of the future Stay with me I will be good enough Adrienne she hugged the ground It hugged her back and told her to hang on Time’s not going anywhere We’re just passing through and dancing on Someday I’ll move to France Finally learn to dance Dance until my time runs out And jump into the Seine Swim back to Wilson Ave Where I became a man If that means anything Not a thing to me
10.
25 (Reprise) 01:15

credits

released June 23, 2022

all music written/recorded/mixed/produced by Jake Cheriff
www.jakecheriff.com

+ additional vocals on track 01 "Smaller" by Margaux
+ guitar solo on track 04 "Tabletops" by Bernardo Ochoa
+ violins on track 05 "Make Sense" by Ian McNally
🎨 by Kyle Sims

special thanks to Sara Laufer, Justin Wolf, Mike Goodman, Ian McNally, Jake Gautney, Peter Slattery, Kyla Bills, Cassandra Leveille, Taylor Mitchell, James Lockhart, Grace Pozniak, Katie Sadler, Grover Neville, and Jack Hoffman for love/support/feedback

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