Same shit different day,
A lot of talk but nothing new to say,
Lose your colour and pay your rent yeah,
Find some hobbies to keep you content,
Life bleeds so monotone,
Nothing to see nowhere left to go,
You might as well give up for the best,
British towns a greyscale parasite.
SAY WHAT YOU WANNA SAY,
BE WHAT YOU WANNA BE,
DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO.
SAY WHAT YOU WANNA SAY,
BE WHAT YOU WANNA BE,
DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO.
So I spent the rest of that week,
Translating pop songs out of newspeak,
I should have gave up some time ago well,
The laughs you feed me I don't know.
So I leave this message to you,
Nothing to see nothing left to do,
You might as well give up for the best,
But do you wanna see the rest.
SAY WHAT YOU WANNA SAY,
BE WHAT YOU WANNA BE,
DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO,
SAY WHAT YOU WANNA SAY,
BE WHAT YOU WANNA BE,
DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO.
All the time I've been searching for a sign,
All the time I've been waiting in a line,
Nothing else to say but this is mine.
THIS IS MINE
SAY WHAT YOU WANNA SAY,
BE WHAT YOU WANNA BE,
DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO,
SAY WHAT YOU WANNA SAY,
BE WHAT YOU WANNA BE,
DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO.
credits
from We Are Orphelins,
released June 13, 2015
Writers; Ashley Jackson, Damon Lisseman, George Hicks, Sean Wilkins.
Producer; Jordan Jefferies.
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019