|
The
Good Life
(M.Boone)
If you have to hold her know to hold her gently
Sometimes you’ll have to hold her down
She knows how to push your buttons brother
And sometimes love can make painful sounds
And I know you really want to show her the good life
But brother show me where the good life can be found
She tells a little lie and that turns into a fight
Then he leaves something behind, she
knows he’s not returning
Now he’s drinking at the bar and she’s sinking like a star
Wondering where you are, how many beds are burning
And I know you really want to show her the good life
Brother show me where the good life can be found
And I know you really want to show her the good life
Brother show me where the good life can be found
Do you daydream in black and white?
Do you fight your way through the night?
Propagate the depreciation of what is right
Navigate the shit you call communication
Never out of sight and stealing the foundation
To easy to criticize, to easily victimized
Conversation brings rise to counter allegations
I come to you now for proper compensation
Never,
ever, ever gonna ever collide
You know we’re never, ever, ever gonna ever collide
Mark
Boone: vocals, guitars, piano, bass, synth, drums
Marco DiFelice: vocals
Peter Graham: saxophones
Joe Reynolds: trumpet
Stephan Lefrancois: additional drums
|
Karma
(M.Boone/J.Versace)
Your sweet indifference
Your silly little arguments
Your chances and coincidence
Your innocence and resonance
The things you say in confidence
Your happiness your recklessness
The things you do in self-defense
Your beauty and your elegance
Whatever goes around somehow comes around again
Whatever’s going down always sounds like a thousand things
Whatever goes around somehow comes around again
Whatever is lost and found will surely be lost again
Your innermost, your promise notes
Your secret thoughts your teenage quotes
Your paradise, your good advice
Your endurance and your sacrifice
The things you say in ignorance
Humility and arrogance
Fragility and callousness
Your passion and your confidence
Whatever
goes around somehow comes around again
Whatever’s going down always sounds like a thousand things
Whatever goes around somehow comes around again
Whatever is lost and found will surely be lost again
Whatever
goes around somehow comes around again
Whatever’s going down always sounds like a thousand things
Whatever goes around somehow comes around again
Whatever is lost and found will surely be lost again
And
the bus downtown is leaving
And it looks like we’re heading for a jam
Mark
Boone: vocals, guitars, moog bass, drums
Jim Lawlis: saxophones
Joe Reynolds: trumpet
2000
Years On Our Heels
(M. Boone)
You
seem so sure of what you’re believing
Vicious circles can deny you from the truth
Ya’ we’re waiting for the peace to boon
Even leaders need words to believe in
Humanity in a critical Rubik’s cube and nobody knows the next move
Maybe
we’re asking all the wrong questions
Confusing our lessons, ironic intentions
Maybe we’re giving more than we’re keeping
Awake all night and constantly sleeping
Maybe we’re listening at the wrong frequency
Are you tuning me out, are you receiving
I’d take my case to a higher court of appeal
But first I think we‘d have to kneel
If it didn’t set us back 2000 years on our heels
You
seem so lost like wide open spaces
Plot a course and it’s off to the races
You were following me I was following you
The teacher told you your story’s provoking
The history you’d forgotten to compute don’t tell me that
this war is new
Maybe
we’re taxing more than the money
Confusing our motives the hive or the honey
Maybe we’re losing more than we’re winning
Obscuring our chances and focused on spinning
Maybe we’re waiting for you to come and see
I was looking through you looking through me
Sorry to tell you the whole thing is a misdeal
Drop your cards it’s time to reveal
Try and scrape from our shoes 2000 years on our heels
We
may be assuming all our perspectives
Voting for idols instead of electives
Maybe we’re guilty without a question for
Withholding confessions, misusing our blessings
Maybe we’re praying at the wrong frequency
Are you tuning me out, are you getting me
Rewind the tape to the start of the reel
I’ll show you where we lost control of the wheel
Put your third foot first, 2000 years on our …
Mark
Boone: vocals, guitars, piano, organ, synth, drums
Kenny Poulsen: bass
Peter Graham: saxophone
|
