1. |
White Funky Groove
01:37
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Two, three, four
I had a drink
At quarter past four
You walked in, it seems
As I walked out the door
And you stood, staring blankly
So I made my first move
And I started to dance
To this very white funky groove
And as the tempo got faster
My heart matched the speed
But then I woke up to find
It was all just a dream
And now I'm dreaming
'Till you come back
I'm tweaking out and taking frequent naps
I'd hibernate if thats the only way that you would ever come back
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2. |
I Am The Same
04:35
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The spring that came was not the one
That everybody said would come
Woah, woah
They said this year would be the best
The reason we went through the rest
Woah, woah
I didn’t grow up just to say
That I wish everyday was today
Woah, woah
You should be pissed you didn’t change
Another year you are the same
Woah, woah
And I would wait twelve months to the day
Just to say the same shit that I always say
They say I’m a lifer
Cause my body remains
They say I’m a lifer
Cause I am the same
You leave to see the world abroad
But now your act seems like a fraud
Woah, woah
You fill the void and change your name
But all your friends still call you fake
Woah, woah
And I would wait twelve months to the day
To say the same shit that I always say
They say I’m a lifer
Cause my body remains
They say I’m a lifer
Cause I am the same
And I would wait twelve months to the day
(I would wait twelve months to the day)
To say the same shit that I always say
(To say the same shit that I always)
And I would wait twelve months to the day
To say the same shit that I always say
They say I’m a lifer
Cause my body remains
They say I’m a lifer
They say I’m a lifer
They say I’m a lifer
Cause I am the same
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3. |
The Afterlife
01:54
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She's been
On that Santa Clara diet kick
Always burying the bodies in the back with the toothpicks
And she smiles through her teeth so crookedly
So perfectly
It's like she went to school to do this shit commercially
Yeah she's a pretty little liar with a pedigree
Woah's
Snap back
She's falling out a Cadillac
Stilettos, sequins, leather and an entourage dressed in drag
And they smile through their teeth so crookedly
So perfectly
It's like they went to school to do this shit commercially
Call it Pretty little liars university
Woah's
And it's only now a matter of days
'Till they find themselves
Waking up dead on the wrong side
And they declare that the afterlife is a little bit boring for their taste
It's a little bit
Blah blah blah's
Woah's
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4. |
Xylophone
02:44
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If I had a cigarette
Would you call me an addict
If my life was picturesque
Would you wanna have it
And we live so young it makes me old
The time has come to play wrong
Notes
Well I used to play the xylophone
Now I just sit on the train tracks waiting for the train to come
And I feel numb
And I used to be a sad man
Then I found the bottle that'd help me wash this pain away
For ten dollars a day
I'm picturing the way
That I could've had it
I'm livin' every day
Like I got a habit
And you waste your time it makes me sick
The pride of humans flick the
Switch
Well I used to play the xylophone
Now I just sit on the train tracks waiting for the train to come
And I feel numb
And I used to be a sad man
Then I found the bottle that'd help me wash this pain away
For ten dollars a day
Yeah
Love your life is only good advice
For those who love
For those who
I regret the choices that I've made
Don't mean I'm done
Don't mean I'm
If my life was picturesque
One, two, three, four
Well I used to play the xylophone
Now I just sit on the train tracks waiting for the train to come
And I feel numb
And I used to be a sad man
Then I found the bottle that'd help me wash this pain away
For ten dollars a day
Well I used to play the xylophone
Now I just sit on the train tracks
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