Uploaded December 2020 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
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Music & Lyrics by Ben Visini
Recording & Editing by Ben Visini
A 4 minute rant about family gatherings.
I've been writing a song a week for 9 months now. Thanks to my friends for constantly supporting me this whole time. Let's get to a year.
THE PLAN:
This is part of a project I'm doing called "7-Day Songs"! I'm challenging myself to write, record, and edit a new original song/video each week, every Tuesday. Doing this for a full year!
Check out the other songs: youtube.com/playlist?list=PLS-aDR2KVRHoj4plIq_sGWGFhB-j33j0d
WEBSITES:
Twitch: twitch.tv/benvisinimusic
Bandcamp: benvisini.bandcamp.com
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/4MIWOp7fPArUQ5H1mpfPRU
Instagram: instagram.com/benvisini
Twitter: twitter.com/BenVisini
Facebook: facebook.com/BenVisiniComedyMusic
LYRICS:
Obligation no negotiating
Tradition of the obtuse and grating
Conversational olympics we endure
Carbs, meat, and booze are the cure
Knock on the door, have I met you before?
Apparently I should know you from back when I was four
From a time I'd be satisfied with attention and games
Now I pray for the day nobody mentions my name
Sit through the family dinner together
It could get worse but it's not getting better
Awkward questions from so called relatives
Yelling from adults, screeching from the kids
This night and life are pointless, don't care why or how
Never had my emo phase so I'm doing it now
We're falling apart, yeah we're falling apart
We've been falling apart, and I just want out
Crowded living room, crowded kitchen, empty head
Wish I was a jacket that we tossed onto the bed
This has gotta be an act everyone's in on but me
Where we pretend to like each other cause it's Christmas Eve
Decorations are tacky, and come on let's face it
Indisputable fact that everyone wants to get wasted
But they gotta drive home so they cap it at five
Glasses of red wine and eggnog, and still they somehow come out alive
I got fucked up at the family dinner again
Cheeks flushed red, but I've made really good friends
With the dog locked outside so he doesn't piss
In the house, which would at least improve an evening like this
Strangers playing the role of a family
When the camera's off, go home and forget me
We're falling apart, yeah we're falling apart
We've been falling apart, and I just want out
Holidays
Always seem to go the same way
Hours of nothing to say
I didn't drive so I have to stay
Having the same back and forth we had last year
We both forgot each other's stories
I'd much prefer if you'd ignore me
And focus on your beer
Big family dinner with these deafening snobs
Now they're asking me to "get a real job"
Yeah the music's cute, but how long will it last?
Gave it a shot themselves, but gave up so fast
I'm putting new stuff out now, but I know you won't buy it
The conversation turns to asking me why I'm quiet
I could tell you that it's you but I know you'd probably deny it
Not so subtly suggesting that I should go on a diet
Yeah you've put on some weight, got some meat on your bones
And when the hell is your punk ass gonna bring a girl home
God forbid that I'm single, god forbid that I cry
I could be fucked up like them and just keep it inside
'Til I blow up in my 50's and call my nephew fat
Drunkenly from across the table, only proving that
We're falling apart, yeah we're falling apart
We've been falling apart, and I just want out
Subscribe! youtube.com/channel/UCDbB0-DwLhT_Ihabb9QaT6A?sub_confirmation=1
Music & Lyrics by Ben Visini
Recording & Editing by Ben Visini
A 4 minute rant about family gatherings.
I've been writing a song a week for 9 months now. Thanks to my friends for constantly supporting me this whole time. Let's get to a year.
THE PLAN:
This is part of a project I'm doing called "7-Day Songs"! I'm challenging myself to write, record, and edit a new original song/video each week, every Tuesday. Doing this for a full year!
Check out the other songs: youtube.com/playlist?list=PLS-aDR2KVRHoj4plIq_sGWGFhB-j33j0d
WEBSITES:
Twitch: twitch.tv/benvisinimusic
Bandcamp: benvisini.bandcamp.com
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/4MIWOp7fPArUQ5H1mpfPRU
Instagram: instagram.com/benvisini
Twitter: twitter.com/BenVisini
Facebook: facebook.com/BenVisiniComedyMusic
LYRICS:
Obligation no negotiating
Tradition of the obtuse and grating
Conversational olympics we endure
Carbs, meat, and booze are the cure
Knock on the door, have I met you before?
Apparently I should know you from back when I was four
From a time I'd be satisfied with attention and games
Now I pray for the day nobody mentions my name
Sit through the family dinner together
It could get worse but it's not getting better
Awkward questions from so called relatives
Yelling from adults, screeching from the kids
This night and life are pointless, don't care why or how
Never had my emo phase so I'm doing it now
We're falling apart, yeah we're falling apart
We've been falling apart, and I just want out
Crowded living room, crowded kitchen, empty head
Wish I was a jacket that we tossed onto the bed
This has gotta be an act everyone's in on but me
Where we pretend to like each other cause it's Christmas Eve
Decorations are tacky, and come on let's face it
Indisputable fact that everyone wants to get wasted
But they gotta drive home so they cap it at five
Glasses of red wine and eggnog, and still they somehow come out alive
I got fucked up at the family dinner again
Cheeks flushed red, but I've made really good friends
With the dog locked outside so he doesn't piss
In the house, which would at least improve an evening like this
Strangers playing the role of a family
When the camera's off, go home and forget me
We're falling apart, yeah we're falling apart
We've been falling apart, and I just want out
Holidays
Always seem to go the same way
Hours of nothing to say
I didn't drive so I have to stay
Having the same back and forth we had last year
We both forgot each other's stories
I'd much prefer if you'd ignore me
And focus on your beer
Big family dinner with these deafening snobs
Now they're asking me to "get a real job"
Yeah the music's cute, but how long will it last?
Gave it a shot themselves, but gave up so fast
I'm putting new stuff out now, but I know you won't buy it
The conversation turns to asking me why I'm quiet
I could tell you that it's you but I know you'd probably deny it
Not so subtly suggesting that I should go on a diet
Yeah you've put on some weight, got some meat on your bones
And when the hell is your punk ass gonna bring a girl home
God forbid that I'm single, god forbid that I cry
I could be fucked up like them and just keep it inside
'Til I blow up in my 50's and call my nephew fat
Drunkenly from across the table, only proving that
We're falling apart, yeah we're falling apart
We've been falling apart, and I just want out
