Jeff: Well, here’s a newer version of last week’s song – as you can tell, when we get a song idea we like, we tend to work on it for a while. And we like this one. So enjoy. Next week, Pirates!
Anthony: The lyrics weren’t actually written in commemoration of anyone’s birthday. It’s more about going through life and, essentially, reaping what you sow. Everyone’s familiar with the phrase “circle of life”; well, this more like the “circle of karma”. Groovy, man.
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Lyrics:
I was twenty
Life was good
And plenty
But I told one lie too many
She left me wondering when she’d
Come around
I was thirty
Love was fun
And dirty
But too many girls were “purty”
And too many of them heard me
Sneaking ‘round
There ain’t no bars
But I’m doing time
In solitary
For my crimes
Crimes of passion
Crimes of excess
All in fashion
Signs of success
Have given way to
Signs of my crimes
Now I’m forty
Life’s a very
Different story
Less of someone else and more me
Like a revolving door she’s
Finally come around
When I’m fifty life will be nifty.
I won’t be cheap I’ll be thrifty
When I’m dying
Who’ll be smiling?
Who’ll be crying?
Don’t wanna still be tryin’
Just wanna know that I have
Come around
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A Chacon/Reynoso Thing
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September 16th, 2009 at 11:21 am
Especially love this line:
And too many of them heard me
Sneaking ‘round
The music’s got that Westerberg grunge that just slays me.