Modern Victims
This is a wonderfully collaborative effort. Steph wrote the song, Sean sings lead on it, and Black Atticus added a spoken word section that he wrote and performs.
My speakers sound a little lame
They’re loud but you cannot blame them
They’re speaking for the shyest game in the crowd.
Maybe I’m a conflict addict
Channeling your painful static
Easier to tune it out, tune it out
Honey, it’s a violent version
The only savior is a surgeon
Always got to take it out, take it out
I’m singing bout the modern victim
We’re different than the way they writ them
20, 30, 40 years ago.
This is our future on the couch, sitting straight up with a slouch,
It's the greatest story ever told of never ending doubt,
This is brown-bag beautiful, WAR OF THE CUBICLES,
9-5 stressing out; occupy musical -- live and indirect
Jango Fett ain't get no funeral; for 99 PERCENT, this is business as usual,
no new for you, "just what it do", and when it does ya better move,
a better me, means better you; one love instead of two,
take me back to where it's at like snaps in the back of the fishnet cap,
and I'll relax like "hey batter - bat, let's aim for the rack,
aim tracks , aim for the ‘lac with the white on the walls of the wheels,
from the hall to the hill, to the mountain top; and it just don’t stop,
just don’t stop, go beyond,
past the sky, past the stars, past jupiter and mars --
past wait ..hold on…is that too far?
Lord, I love your characters and your plotline
Mine’s a lot like yours
Mine’s a lot like yours
Loosely Based
Here’s your chance to love you
And love her again
Go and get her and bring her in
Go and get her again
Tho she reglar offends
She reglar offends
She reglar offends
She’s loosely based on
The life of a friend
Loose now, take on
The life of a friend
She got diseases and reasons too
She’s healed a bit now
She’s wheeled her chair down
She’s come to thank all of you
To thank all of you
Thank all of you
It’s loosely based on something that’s true
Loosely based on something that’s true
So reassign us, cause we’re all here
And no one’s dying
Oh, for eighty long years
Eighty long years
Eighty long years
Loosely based on the life of a saint
It’s a loose now take on the life of a saint
Unprepared
It’s our first time, love our hearts
How we sweat the lady parts
We’ve mostly been the teen-age son
Uprepared for what you’ve brung
Keep our pictures on yer wall
Everyone is bound to fall
Keep our pictures on yer wall
You were born to love us all
We’ve mostly loved a teen-age god
Unprepared for what you’ve got
We were raised on giant stars
Unprepared for who we are.
Keep our pictures…
When first we came, we played our souls
But we got stucki n minor roles
We’ve mostly loved the angry one
Unprepared or what you’ve done.
Keep our pictures…
It’s our first time…
Top Hat
Sean wrote this song a couple of weeks after our good friend Phil Pollard died. His death affected many people and brought many friends closer in the weeks after he passed.
In the early morning after – need a little love
Tween the sorrow and the laughter –
need a little love
Hearts are achin’... reawaken... love
Fourscore and so much more – need a little love
midnight on the barroom floor – need a little love
Top hat spinnin... new beginning... love
And we’re waitin’ and waitin’
and fussin’ and carryin’ on
We’ve been waitin’ and waitin’
and waitin’ for way too long
I don’t know what it’s supposed to be
This damn inertia’s got its hold on me
I don’t know why we’re all hesitatin’
Cause life ain’t waitin round to see
When we have to meet our maker –
need a little love
Even the undertaker – will need a little love
Dedicated...consecrated... love
And we’re waitin’…
Blue skies and cryin eyes – need a little love
Wrap it in the best disguise – need a little love
Music playin... hearts obeyin... love
And we’re waitin’…




