Everything's Amazing
by BhangLassi
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Everything's Amazing
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Life's a Dream (Pt2)
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Misfit
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released 08 January 2010
Written and Peformed by BhangLassi
Recorded at Zapata Studios, Sydney
Written and Peformed by BhangLassi
Recorded at Zapata Studios, Sydney
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British influences (Indie/Rock/Ska). We especially like loud, sing-a-long choruses, layered harmonies, effected guitars and beats to lose your shit to…
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- Track Name: Everything's Amazing
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Everything’s Amazing (but nobody is happy)
Late night tele’s shit it’s nothing but adverts
Trying to tell you that your life could be better
And your all dressed up like some kind of expert
Out of work actors selling cross trainers
Gone – are the days of old
Gone – are the stories told
Gone – when money folds
Gone – it’s all just moans
Everything’s amazing, but nobody is happy
We’ve got everything we dreamed of, like working class yuppies
But still we all moan, unhappy with our chosen lot
Everything’s amazing, but nobody is happy
It’s 1800 if you want to talk sex now
Hold back grandma easy on the moans
Because your gravel like voice is turning me off love
You’d better cut back on the Benson and Hedges
Gone – are the days of old
Gone – are the stories told
Gone – when money folds
Gone – it’s all just moans
Everything’s amazing, but nobody is happy
We’ve got everything we dreamed of, like working class yuppies
But still we all moan, unhappy with our chosen lot
Everything’s amazing, but nobody is happy
Wishing your life away, giving up hope
Waiting for a better day, clouded in smoke
This should be our hay day, the time of our lives
We’re just waiting for pay day
So we can drink our minds numb
Gone – gone – gone – gone
Everything’s amazing, but nobody is happy
We’ve got everything we dreamed of, like working class yuppies
But still we all moan, unhappy with our chosen lot
Everything’s amazing, but nobody is happy
Everything’s amazing, but nobody is happy
Everything’s amazing, but nobody is happy – at all. - Track Name: Life's a Dream (Pt2)
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Life’s A Dream (part 2)
I stole a jumbo jet from Heathrow
And sailed it all the way to France
Where I met a tall woman from china
Who taught me the art of dance
She told me hold the beat, feel the heat,
hold me in so tight I feel you feel my heart beat,
in the street, smoking cigarettes she’s singing
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah (x2)
So I sailed my bike to Russia
High on tamazipan
Where I met a tall blond good looker
Who told me her name was Stan
She told me hold the beat, feel the heat,
hold me in so tight I feel you feel my heart beat,
in the street, smoking cigarettes she’s singing
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah (x2)
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah (x2)
Day by day, night by night, week by week, a month’s in sight
Tell me now, what does it mean, when all it seems is life’s a dream - Track Name: Misfit
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I’m just a big time misfit
I don’t like modern shoes
I like to swear in public and I’ve got tattoo’s
My mum she thinks I’m awful
My dad won’t talk to me
My sisters tell me I’ve disgraced the family
But I don’t want, I just don’t want, to fit in
I’m just a big time misfit
I cant stand your point of view
And all your crap opinions telling me what to do
They wind me right up nicely
Just like you want them to
How can we talk when it’s just about you
So go on tell me that I’m not welcome and I’ll just go it alone
So go on tell me that I’m not welcome and I’ll just head on home
Your sticks and stones wont break my bones
They just add to the fight – to prove I’m right
I’ll say what I want – I’ll say what I feel
You wont make – me – feel like a misfit
I’m just a big time misfit
I like to spit and chew
I’ve got no sense of humour when I’m with you
I know you think you like me
I know you think I’m cute
But I’d rather pay for sex than get it on with you
Your sticks and stones wont break my bones
They just add to the fight – to prove I’m right
I’ll say what I want – I’ll say what I feel
You wont make – me – feel like a misfit
