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Our Revolution (FROM “THE HOPELESS ROMANTICS OF MODERN DAY AMERICA”, OUT IN 2013”
The news man shouts
“Our youth is lost”
So I do my part
& shut the TV off
Cause he’s causing worries by spinning stories
& selling us delusion
So this is our revolution
This is our revolution
I tore up my yard
With a shovel & some seeds
Grew a garden
Cause I’m sick of what they’re feeding to me
While Monsanto do their best to
Outsmart us & evolution
This is our revolution
This is our revolution
This is our revolution
It might be a bit more subtle
Sweeping up the broken bits
Of a nation’s burst bubble
& who knows if we’ll figure out
Some ultimate solution
But this is our, this is our, this is our revolution
This is our revolution
With rainbow ribbons
We march downtown
Cause our brothers & sisters
Are getting beat down
By hatred never stated by Jesus
Or the constitution
So this is our revolution
This is our revolution
Alone in a booth
I cast one vote
For an underdog
Barely anybody knows
You can blame my generation’s un-education
On boredom or confusion, NO…
This is our revolution
This is our revolution
Like a new born baby sighs
The world starts changing
As we each open up our eyes
Where’s Your Crazy?
We’ve been seeing each other for a while
Beautiful from your humor to your style
My friends all love you and say its meant to be
Mature and stable, whip smart and always sexy
You got me paranoid
What’s the catch?
We’ve all got baggage
And you’re way more normal than the rest
You’re way too normal…so I gotta ask
Where’s your crazy, baby?
Where’s your crazy, baby?
You know we’ve all got a little
All got a little
You always play it cool when we see my ex
Saying “she’s so wonderful, I could see us being best friends”
You love your family and they love you back
No childhood trauma just your mama with home movies and snacks
You’re damn near perfect
So somethings gotta be up
You’re everything I’ve wanted
But I’m starting to go nuts
You say “what’s the fuss?”…come on…
Where’s your crazy, baby?
Where’s your crazy, baby?
You know we’ve all got a little
All got a little
Where’d you get that outfit
Are you a kleptomaniac?
I’ve never met your ex-boyfriends
Are they buried somewhere outback?
Yeah, let’s not walk down that dimly lit path
Where’s your crazy, baby?
Where’s your crazy, baby?
You know we’ve all got a little
All got a little
Little Bit Loved Out
Little do you know I knew you were gonna wear that sundress
And that I’m using a giftcard I got from my ex-girlfriend’s parents
You look into my eyes and claim you’ve never met someone like me
Well I hate to break it to you girl, there’s others like you in this world
You’re not as quirky as you think
Now I’m a little bit loved out
Just trying to figure out
Why I go through this routine again and again
Its like they all blend together into one girlfriend
When I’m a little bit loved out
No different this time around
Once you put yourself through what I put myself through
Then pretty soon you’d be a little bit loved out too
Its not your fault I’m drawn to cute creative girls like you
And that I love the feeling of falling off a pedestal
You’ve got life figured out wrapped up in your homemade scarf
With a naive sense of confidence, a little independent feminist
But you take your daddy issues out on your art…
Guess you could say that I’m a little bit loved out
Just trying to figure out
Why I go through this routine again and again
Its like they all blend together into one girlfriend
When I’m a little bit loved out
No different this time around
Once you put yourself through what I put myself through
Then pretty soon you’d be a little bit loved out too
And I bet you love Garden State
Sufjan Stevens, and cupcakes
And you never, never, never go this far on a first date
Never, never, never go this far on a first date
Never, never, never go this far on a first date
Now I’m a little bit loved out
Just trying to figure out
Why I go through this routine again and again
Its like they all blend together into one girlfriend
When I’m a little bit loved out
No different this time around
Once you put yourself through what I put myself through
Then pretty soon you’d be a little bit loved out too
This Is Showbiz
A politician autographs the Times
Outside a tour bus w/her name on the side
Runnin on money and her sugar coated TV show
Trying not to step on any toes or else she’ll drop in the polls
Got a flag and an acting coach
Cause we all need a hero
And our nation tunes in
Watching from coast to coast
Its a lot like American Idol
But a lot less people vote
This Is Showbiz
This Is Showbiz
This Is Showbiz
This Is Show Business
The pastor preaches over a headset mic
He’s got a projector, the Way, the Truth, & Highlights
Got a multimillion dollar church in the works
And a missions trip to Mexico to spread the Word
Gotta help those in need, which reminds me
Don’t forget your sunscreen
Now the band sets the mood
Confessing members start to cry
Please pray for all these broken people
And don’t forget to pick up your T-shirt outside
This Is Showbiz
This Is Showbiz
This Is Showbiz
This Is Show Business
Maybe we’re too dumb to notice
Or broke beyond repair
But as long as its entertaining
Does anybody even care?
This Is Showbiz
This Is Showbiz
This Is Showbiz
This Is Show Business
You Bring Me Back
I used to spot the joys in life
But slowly entered Father Time
Wisdom was lost in pride
And I got tired
Then you came with hazel eyes
That saw the world as one surprise
Open up and look inside
Now I realize
You always hold me together
Whenever I crack
Jaded and fading
Hating the things that I lack
But you look into my eyes
Tell me its alright
Knowing that this moment will pass
You bring me back
Looking at these kids today
Like an old man through a windowpane
Bitter and always sayin
“Back in my day
We would never act that way”
But I’m clouded by the dues I’ve paid
Jealous and gone astray
What a waste
You always hold me together
Whenever I crack
Jaded and fading
Hating the things that I lack
But you look into my eyes
Tell me its alright
Knowing that this moment will pass
You bring me back
Tiny Fortress
Your mom and dad laid the mortar
Building you a tiny fortress
That I can’t penetrate no matter how hard I try
They missed some hugs and birthday parties
On holidays drank one too many
So you began to barricade, blocking out the nightly fights
But I wanna break you down, I wanna break you down
I wanna break you down, I wanna break you down
Break down all the walls built inside
Wrapped around your heart and mind
Love is patient, Love is kind, Love will be the dynamite
We’ll blow it to bits, blow it to bits, blow it to bits
This tiny fortress
You got cheated on by a couple of boyfriends
Stacked a few bricks on the tiny fortress
Crushing your trust with the best intensions every time
With the softest eyes you let them march in
Let down your guard, set down the drawbridge
Attacked by a Trojan horse, retreat back and fortify
But I wanna break you down, I wanna break you down
I wanna break you down, I wanna break you down
Break down all the walls built inside
Wrapped around your heart and mind
Love is patient, Love is kind, Love will be the dynamite
We’ll blow it to bits, blow it to bits, blow it to bits
This tiny fortress
Your mom and dad laid the mortar
Building you a tiny fortress
That I can’t penetrate no matter how hard I try
National Park!
The Television is framed, by your shoulder, neck, and face.
A breathtaking landscape, as you and I lay.
And your hair, it cascades, like God makes streams play.
The way the Earth quakes, as the TV makes you laugh and shake, the TV makes you laugh and shake, the TV makes you laugh and shake.
‘Cause this bed could be a National Park.
Certified, natural work of art, you’re a natural work of art.
You’re a natural, a natural work of art.
‘Cause this bed could be a National Park.
Well, we’ve got our picnic basket of take-out on the blanket,
The mattress marks the edge of the cliff; sometimes I swear we’re lost in the forest.
And my hands hike the trails of your hips, to the sound of bed spring crickets.
And this campfire won’t extinguish with the embers of your lips, the embers of your lips, the embers of your lips.
‘Cause this bed could be a National Park.
Certified, natural work of art, you’re a natural work of art.
You’re a natural, a natural work of art.
Protect this land, and all the beauty that lies,
beneath Christmas lights, Christmas lights, stapled to the sky.
‘Cause this bed could be a National Park.
Certified, natural work of art, you’re a natural work of art.
You’re a natural, a natural work of art.
‘Cause this bed could be, this bed could be, this bed could be a National Park.
The TV makes you laugh and shake , the TV makes you laugh and shake, the TV makes you laugh and shake, the TV makes you laugh and shake.
Tumbleweed!
Dear God,
I saw you in a tumbleweed just the other day
But not in the kind of way
Like people see Jesus burnt onto a piece of toast and scream
It was more of a subtlety you see
Cause the tumbleweed knows to grow itself into a ball
Die, dry up, snap off, and roll across the ground
All to spread its seed
What a smart little tumbleweed
That’s one smart little tumbleweed
A little bit of evolution, a little bit of mystery
Cause how does it know what to do?
I think it’s you
I think it’s you
I think it’s you
Dear God,
Well who would’ve thought that driving across the Lone Star State
Would start to give me faith
In things that I never found sitting around bitching ‘bout
the 10 things you hate about us
‘Cause somewhere your message got lost
In pocketbooks and political views
If I’m pro-this, then I’m anti-you
Well I found what I believe
I believe in that tumbleweed
That smart little tumbleweed
A little bit of evolution, a little bit of mystery
Cause something’s missing from the church pews
I think it’s you
I think it’s you
I think it’s you
So many miracles are hard to explain, we can’t explain
Like fingerprints and Love
Stevie Wonder and lightening bugs
Fingerprints and Love
Stevie Wonder and lightening bugs
Where did they come from?
I think it’s you
I think it’s you
I think it’s you
Staring At You
We sit in a diner booth
Ordering greasy food.
Met a few years ago
When you were 15 years old
But now you give me those looks
And why you gotta smell so good
Girl you are much too young
For us to fall in love
And your lips curl up
As our eyes like trucks
High beam each other head to head on the highway of the table’s edge
Simply put
Sometimes I get caught staring at you
Sometimes I get caught staring at you
Wondering if in five years I’ll play the fool
Just for getting caught up
Staring at you
And we go :- doo doo doo do doo doo doo doo do doo doo doo do doo do doo doo do do doo doo do doo
Well of course you look mighty cute
Wearing those scenester shoes
My Reeboks they’re out of date
And don’t help to mask my age
With an iPod filled with songs
I’ve never even heard of
So I try extra hard to laugh to fill in the generation gap
And when you strut all you say is what
But you know exactly what you do
Don’t play it like you have no clue
‘Cause you know you do
Sometimes I get caught staring at you
Sometimes I get caught staring at you
Wondering if in five years I’ll play the fool
Just for getting caught up staring at you
‘Cause you’ll be the muse for all the boys writing songs
And you’ll be the reason all of them fall in love
Time’s a funny thing can’t wait to see how you change
Your beauty will blow up with age
Sometimes I get caught staring at you
Sometimes I get caught staring at you
Sometimes I get caught staring at you
Wondering if in five years I’ll play the fool
Just for getting caught up staring at you
Just for getting caught up staring at you
Just for getting caught up staring at you
Sometimes I get caught staring at you
Sometimes I get caught staring at
Sometimes I get caught staring at you
Sometimes I get caught staring at
Wondering if in 5 years I’ll play the fool
Just for getting caught up staring at you
Morning Touching Down In New York
I am an intruder here
I’ve always been with my red socks cap and a pen
Jotting down answers
A scribe stepping from a carriage car
Luxurious faded jeans and a greyhound bus
A weekend connoisseur
She’s always there to greet me
As I hit the sidewalk
Eyes sparking like a flintlock
Aimed and ready to fire
8 am the skyline backdrop reflected in a blur
The pavement shimmers
The great lakes of 32nd street
And there’s something about
Morning touching down
In New York
Once again the evening retires
And we lay fulfilled
Daybreak pours through the windowsill
And that’s good enough for now
At least that’s what we tell ourselves
In moments just like this
Clinging to every kiss
Comfort takes a bow
Why don’t we stop and find the perfect reason why we shouldn’t let this deteriorate
But I’m one battle too late
So I drop my rifle and i retreat
Wrapped in white towels she heads for a solo shower as I stare out over the great lakes of 32nd street
And there’s something about
Morning touching down
In New York
New York
Maybe on a return trip or something
It’ll look a bit different to my eyes
No longer in the foreground
She’ll be blending in with all the other passers by that i will meet
I’ll meet on the shores of 32nd street
Take a pin drop cab right downtown
Early Sunday morning
Manhatten is stirring
Stumbling to its feet
She walks away on water
As we say goodbye
And witness for the last time
The great lakes of 32nd street
And there’s something about
Morning touching down
In New York
And there’s something about
Morning touching down
Touching down
In New York
New York
New York
New York
Try So Hard
Not that this is any of my business
Not that you asked for my opinion
But if youre shakin your ass in an Anthropologie skirt
Getting no reaction
Then I think its bout time you took your mans sexuality
Into question
Cause if you dangle a $100 bill in front of a beggar
Hes gunna take it and run, take it and run, take it and run
And its the same thing
With guys of any age
So whys he in the corner arms folded
Testosterone bloated
Ya shouldnt have to try so hard (repeat)
Not that this is any of my business
Not that you asked for my opinion
But now youre wrapping your studded belt around
Every scene boy in your crowd
Charging with trends, targeting boyfriends
A Cultural chameleon
You dont see it now, flipped upside down
Cause if you dangle a $100 bill in front of a beggar
Hes gonna take it and run, take it and run, take it and run
And its the same thing with boys of any age
So whys he in the corner arms folded
Ya shouldnt have to try so hard (repeat)
(you know your mans a damn fool)
(cause hes got the poster child for beautiful)
Hair That Way
VERSE 1:
It’s just that I need more space is what you say to me
As you brush the bangs off the side of your face.
Spoken with true confidence, do to several months,
of my constant reassurance.
But I can’t take all the credit for you becoming what you are,
‘Cause I had help from your fellow employees,
your frat-house-friends, and the chorus of cat calls from the bar.
Then you give me some line about how our friendship’s built from trust,
and how we need to be truthful and fair,
and honest to the both of us
Well, while we’re being honest….
CHORUS:
You know, I never did like your hair that way anyway.
You looked like a boy it was way too loud,
thank god that you grew it out.
‘Cause you looked like a chia pet when it rained,
Oh, it rained.
And I never had the nerve to say it to your face.
But I never did like your hair that way, anyway.
VERSE 2:
Then out pours your platonic army,
Head to toe in armor, of Abercrombie & Fitch.
Declaring that I’m nothing more than some ungrateful schmuck.
‘Cause any sane man would kill for your touch.
CHORUS
SOLO
CHORUS
Just To Prove That This Is Love
I’d cross over the sahara
And over the plains
Cross the pennsylvania turnpike in pouring down rain
With my windshield wiper
Windshield wiper hanging off
Then I’d take my last quarter
Stick it in this machine
Spending it all on a pink plastic ring
Just to see you laughing
See you laughing until you drop
You know I’d march through hell
In a scarf
Just to prove that this is love
Love
Love
Just to prove that this is love
This is love
This love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Well a militia of models could declare martial law
Taking the town wearing camouflaged bras
But I wouldn’t fall in line
Fall in line with the weak
They could make me ambassador or make me their king
Make me lay around all day and at night use me for one thing
Procreation
Procreation?
And as much as that’d be sweet
No
You know I’d march through hell
In a scarf
Just to prove that this is love
Love
Love
Just to prove that this is love
This is love
This is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love love love love love love
You know I’d march through hell
Wearing a polyester scarf
Just to prove that this is love
Love
I’m talking about love
Just to prove that this is love
This is love
This is love
This is love
This is love
This is love
This is love
Oh yeah
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Just to prove that this is love
Dreamer’s Working 9 to 5
Everyone a toast please
Lift up your glass
For a soon to be star who take nobody’s crap
Rock the big screen
Date celebrities
We know you will
Mom hands you a rolling stone
And says this’ll be you
As you board a bus bound for Hollywood
Get some head shots
And a desk job to pay the bills
But everybody wakes up once in a while
And they notice their hopes might be just out of sight
But you can’t give it up
Not on this
Not on your one true love
Struggling to keep the vision alive
When the dreamer’s working 9 to 5
When the dreamer’s working 9 to 5
The dreamer’s working 9 to 5
Well the years go by
And the debt piles up
Pouring down into a half empty cup
Sick of every day
Sending resumes with no response
Cause you’re the next big thing
Nobody’s found
Jumping through hoops just to smash to the ground
And the boss is calling
It’s the same old song
Cause everybody wakes up once in a while
And they notice their hopes might be just out of sight
But you can’t give it up
Not on this
Not on your one true love
Struggling to keep the vision alive
When the dreamer’s working 9 to 5
When the dreamer’s working 9 to 5
When the dreamer’s working 9 to 5
Every lunch break just sitting alone
Reading that Rolling Stone
Wondering what they’d say if they could see you back home
Cause everybody wakes up once in a while
And they notice their hopes might be just out of sight
But you can’t give it up
Not on this
Not on your one true love
Struggling to keep the vision alive
When the dreamer’s working 9 to 5
When the dreamer’s working 9 to 5
When the dreamer’s working 9 to 5
9 to 5
When the dreamer’s working 9 to 5
Around The World
1,2,3,4
13 years old
Staring at a map on the wall
In a social studies class I almost didn’t pass
My brain was working overtime
Concocting conclusions in my mind
As I sat back and bided my time
Planning to exit this small town that we grew up in
It wouldn’t hold us back again
‘Cause the county line couldn’t confine dreams we’d never compromise
1,2,3,4
Here we go around the world
1,2,3,4
Here we go around the world
1,2,3,4
Here we go around the world
1,2,3,4
Here we go around the world
23 years old
Staring at a clock on the wall
In an office cube I don’t wanna sound rude but
Most people drowned all their dreams in paper trails and coffee
But I understand you know we’ve all got to eat
So we take the time to cram in a PHD in back up plans
While our first choice never gets a chance
You can’t sink or swim unless you jump in,
Don’t concern what could’ve been
1,2,3,4
Here we go around the world
1,2,3,4
Here we go around the world
1,2,3,4
Here we go around the world
1,2,3,4
Here we go around the world
And we go
You’re never stuck if you always strain
So I’ll settle down
But for now I’ve got an atlas and I’ve got a greyhound yeah
1,2,3,4
Here we go around the world
1,2,3,4
Here we go around the world
1,2,3,4
Here we go around the world
1,2,3,4
Here we go yeah
It’s a new world
Around the world
Around the world we go we go yeah
We go yeah
We go round the world
Around the world we go
Around the world
Around the world we go
Yeah
13 years old staring at a map on the wall
13 years old staring at a map on the wall
13 years old staring at a map on the wall
13 years old I was
I was 13 years old.
