You Forgot It In People is a 2002 album by Broken Social Scene. It followed Feel Good Lost, and was the band's commercial breakthrough. You Forgot It In People features intricate, experimental production techniques and a large number of instruments coinciding with the band's vastly expanded size. Local hype for the album was so big that initial pressings sold out quickly, causing the need for a 2003 reissue.^[1]

Music videos were made for "Stars and Sons", "Cause=Time", "Almost Crimes (Radio Kills Remix)", "Lover's Spit", and "I'm Still Your Fag".^[2] The album also features "Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl" and "Lover's Spit", two songs that went on to become the band's biggest "fan favourites."^{[citation needed]}

The songs that didn't make it onto the album were featured in a B-sides compilation entitled Bee Hives, released in 2004.

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Young people. Trying to fit in with their social scene.

She liked him (or her) because they were the perfect bad boy/girl.

(Or is the protagonist talking about herself throughout the song ?

Or about herself & her significant other...?)

Invited over to sleep on her floor like a house-pet.

(Again, is the POV that of the singer of the song addressing herself & the other?)

She wants to be in her lover's dreams.

The song is a love-vibe chant.

And why not?

Send the whole cosmos dancing!

But the lover is gone & not returning...

(Or is the younger person gone & is adulthood beckoning?)

In either or both cases its the old story; the old hormones raging monomyth.

There's nothing to do now but face the world & survive it as long as possible.

An early exit is no option.

The world is your oyster, as the Bard says somewhere, or something like that.

Love--there I've done it now--saves us all in the end; even if you think it doesn't.

The soothing waters of forgetfulness, the big soft nothingness seduces.

Much better to rely on self first; appreciate the others who care in your life; make love with/to them; make art with &/or for them.

(At least, that's the way I feel about it...at this fleeting moment in space-time...)

Anthems for a Seventeen-Year-Old Girl

Used to be one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that
Now you're all gone, got your make-up on
And you're not coming back
(Can't you come back...?)

Bleachin' your teeth, smiling flash
Talking trash, under your breath
Bleachin' your teeth, smiling flash
Talking trash, under my window

Park that car, drop that phone,
Sleep on the floor, dream about me

Used to be one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that
Now you're all gone, got your make-up on
And you're not coming back

--song written by Broken Social Scene