Fatigue (also called exhaustion, tiredness, languidness, languor, lassitude, and listlessness) is a subjective feeling of tiredness which is distinct from weakness, and has a gradual onset. Unlike weakness, fatigue can be alleviated by periods of rest. Fatigue can have physical or mental causes. Physical fatigue is the transient inability of a muscle to maintain optimal physical performance, and is made more severe by intense physical exercise. Mental fatigue is a transient decrease in maximal cognitive performance resulting from prolonged periods of cognitive activity. It can manifest as somnolence, lethargy, or directed attention fatigue.
Medically, fatigue is a non-specific symptom, which means that it has many possible causes. Fatigue is considered a symptom, rather than a sign because it is a subjective feeling reported by the patient, rather than an objective one that can be observed by others. Fatigue and 'feelings of fatigue' are often confused.
With Love and Squalor is the major label debut album from rock band We Are Scientists. It was released in the United Kingdom in 2005 on Virgin Records and charted at #43, with a large cult following which enabled it to after nearly 6 months of release, gain a Gold certification by the BPI in 2006. The album sold an average of 4,166 copies each week before it got the certification. The album title is derived from a J.D. Salinger short story, "For Esmé – with Love and Squalor", which was originally published in The New Yorker and subsequently published in Nine Stories, a compilation of Salinger's short stories.
The two songs on the 12" vinyl edition were both later released on Crap Attack. These songs were also featured on a 3 song CD that was available for purchase during their tour with Hot Hot Heat.
Call on the fates, this'll take a second
While I fall on my face, like everyone else
And we can talk all we want, but all I can say is that
"I'm sorry, and I'm sorry, but I'm never gonna do it again"
Counting all my relevant friends
Well this keeps coming up again and again
If everybody knows how it's gonna end
Why doesn't someone stop me
Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor
For the 6th or 7th night in a row
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
Someone stop me?
It's hard to rely on the rhythm section
When they're all packing up
And they're heading for the exit
Yeah we're all about the same
A bunch of slaves to fashion
Who are tall, dark and scared
And just praying for some action
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
(how am I supposed to know what makes this happen?)
Well, how am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
(how am I supposed to know what makes this happen?)
(inaction, inaction)
I'm counting all my relevant friends
(inaction, inaction)
'cause this keeps coming up again and again
(inaction, inaction)
If everybody knows how it's gonna end
(inaction, inaction)
Why doesn't someone stop me
(inaction, inaction)
Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor
(inaction, inaction)
For the 6th or 7th night in a row
(inaction, inaction)
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
(inaction, inaction)
Someone stop me
(inaction, inaction)
(inaction, inaction)
I can't keep counting on my relevant friends
(inaction, inaction)
'cause this keeps coming up again and again
(inaction, inaction)
If everybody knows how it's gonna end
(inaction, inaction)
Why doesn't someone stop me
(inaction, inaction)
Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor
(inaction, inaction)
For the 6th or 7th night in a row
(inaction, inaction)
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
(inaction, inaction)
Someone stop me