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Back in the day (a year ago lol) I was writing alot of songs with top 40 pop rhythm structures and an indie vocal approach (check out my "Why is it You Don't Want Me?) tune. Anyway after listening to Chris Cornell's new Timbaland project (Scream) I was inspired to detour back in that direction. The cool thing with this tune I think is that I tried to put just the right amount of space between the sparse instrumentation to allow for "imaginary" sounds, you know the sounds you hear when you listen to a tune but aren't really there. Kind of like dreaming shapes into clouds. Anyway I think it worked because I hear something different each time I listen to it. The picture that goes along with this is of the wicked cool Tempie beanie that our own 5XArms created. Should you want your own band swag, send him a note. The cost of an email to Bob - 3 minutes. Walking around in your very own band gear? Priceless!
Oh and the lyrics...I used to have a girlfriend that was addicted to those stupid free gifts that gals get when they buy a sh!tload of makeup. pay a million dollars for some estee lauder or whatever and get a cheap little bag. And she had a drawer full of all those "gifts" that she never used...
Oh and the lyrics...I used to have a girlfriend that was addicted to those stupid free gifts that gals get when they buy a sh!tload of makeup. pay a million dollars for some estee lauder or whatever and get a cheap little bag. And she had a drawer full of all those "gifts" that she never used...
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Lyrics
i was struck by you
and you were struck by me
but i was a tired sonny liston
and you were muhammad ali
you were muhammad ali
and you messed me up
i couldn't catch my breath
i couldn't keep it up
yeah you love me like the cigarette
stuck on your lip
you hold my like the clenched fist
that you keep upon your hip
you relate with a swagger
that would sissify clint
and you treat my like the cheap plastic makeup bag
that you got free with your lipstick
you were out of my league
i was out of my depth
i was treading water
i had nothing left
i had nothing left
and you were sunning on the beach
you told yourself i was just waving
i told myself you were in reach
yeah you love me like the cigarette
stuck on your lip
you hold my like the clenched fist
that you keep upon your hip
you relate with a swagger
that would sissify clint
and you treat my like the cheap plastic makeup bag
that you got free with your lipstick
i don't get you woman, but you sure got me...
and you were struck by me
but i was a tired sonny liston
and you were muhammad ali
you were muhammad ali
and you messed me up
i couldn't catch my breath
i couldn't keep it up
yeah you love me like the cigarette
stuck on your lip
you hold my like the clenched fist
that you keep upon your hip
you relate with a swagger
that would sissify clint
and you treat my like the cheap plastic makeup bag
that you got free with your lipstick
you were out of my league
i was out of my depth
i was treading water
i had nothing left
i had nothing left
and you were sunning on the beach
you told yourself i was just waving
i told myself you were in reach
yeah you love me like the cigarette
stuck on your lip
you hold my like the clenched fist
that you keep upon your hip
you relate with a swagger
that would sissify clint
and you treat my like the cheap plastic makeup bag
that you got free with your lipstick
i don't get you woman, but you sure got me...
























































five_extra_arms
Last thoughts of a drowning man. That's an awesome lyric. You are a clever guy.
Thanks for the download and thanks for the pimpin'