Thanks to Lee Boyes for sprinkling his manic magic dust on this arrangement (as well as providing his instrumental contributions), and to Terry Tornblom simply being his Klaat2 self.
synthenergeticcrunchbass
Multi-genre singer/songwriter, previously with The Mediocres (Chicago, IL), Swimmer Monkey (Silicon Valley, CA), and currently "Clot 1" of The Garden Clots.
You say you want to live forever
But forever is a dream that won’t come true
Just know we’re all in this together
From the haves up on the top
To the godforsaken few
The plates are drying in the dish rack
And the trash container’s rolled down to the curb
The drapes are pulled tight for the evening
I’ve topped off the litter box
Without a single “thank you” purr
Speak softly
Speak softly now
Don’t say it
Say it anyhow
You want to escalate to heaven
But the escalator’s closed down for repair
Everyone’s trudging up the staircase
But it’s hard to find the way
Around that moron over there
I’m hearing Hotel California
That means the neighbor’s gonna party one more night
I feel a pulsing in my temples
Yet there’s nowhere I can run
So I’m ready for a fight
Speak softly
Speak softly now
Don’t say it
Say it anyhow
I feel a pulsing in my temples
Yet there’s nowhere I can run
So I’m ready for a fight
Speak softly
Speak softly now
Don’t say it
Say it anyhow
