11pm
And luggin these heavy amps again
I stop to rest my tired hands
And think of how I’d rather leave them
Right here in the garbage can
Because it doesn’t make a lick of sense how
I could spend so much time
Doing all of this
When people wouldn’t give a dime to hear me sing
Much of anything
It’s like I live in a mystery
So beautiful
And out of focus
So, is this how we grow?
I don’t know
But if we fall tonight
I won’t sit here weak and teary-eyed
Because I’ve already looked back on tomorrow
And tomorrow looks just fine
Sippin eight ounces
From a skinny little metal can
And it cost me two-fifty
Took me every last cent just to pay for it
And then
I slipped and spilled it on the pavement
Maybe I’ll never be anything more
Than an amateur
But that’s ok by me
It’s like I’m painting a masterpiece
Step off of the stage
As the spotlight slowly fades away
And my mind keeps concentrating on
My stupid little jokes
And that string of wrong notes I played
Until a person that I’ve never met
Says “Hey could you play that song again?
Cuz there was something I was feelin’ in it, man”
And I see that I’m still living my fantasy
Secret Track: Chicks and Elephants
Way back in the era of the biblical times
A man named John the Baptist walked the countryside
He hit up all the cities with a message so clear
“Brace yourself, chumps, cuz Messiah is near”
The people came out by the hundreds to see
What John had to say and get dipped in the sea
Until he talked smack ‘bout the king and his wife
They didn’t find it funny… locked him up for life
Poor little John, all in shackles and chains
Until a guard unlocked him to take him away
See, the princess requested his sentence should end
He thought he had a pardon, she said “off with his head”
The moral of the story is that girls don’t forget
Cuz he thought that this time, she might be nice
Cut a little slack and let his ass off the line
And that’s what he gets
No disrespect, but chicks and elephants are never gonna forget
Fast forward just a couple centuries
A man named John Bobbitt did the very same thing
He cheated on his wife and even showed her the proof
See, John was pretty much a big bag of douche
One night John came back late from drinking with friends
He told his wife to give him some lovin’ and man,
She must’ve seemed kinda kinky bringing a knife to bed
He thought he had a pardon, she said off with his head
Wiseman or douchebag, it really don’t matter
If you mess around with chicks, they put your head on a platter
credits
from Little Miss Blackout,
track released August 8, 2009
Amateur:
John Norwood - Vocals/Guitar
Chris Bentley - Bass
Ryan Silvernail - Drums
Chicks and Elephants:
John Norwood - Vocals/Guitar/Bass/Drums