Once you can afford to turn down some shitty gigs you get to respect yourself and honor your ideas more and learn that it's up to you to make the gig as great as you can dream up and make it happen.
lyrics
No more sitting in my cube beneath the zombie lights
Where the light is too white and the walls are too tight
I need to go outside and a get a big fresh breath of air
But I can't escape the screen and my butt's glued to the chair
No more standing on a stage beneath the TV screens
No more trying to sing over the coffee steam machine
No more waiting hours just wait for hours more
In some far off remote hope that my foot gets in a door
No more shitty gigs I've played enough for one life
No more shitty years it's high time I decided
To show a little self-respect and have a little pride
'Cause it's my show and I decide where it will go
Yeah it's my show and I decide where it will go
No more playing right behind a big ol concrete pole
No more shitty boxy smelly nasty little holes
No more playing petting zoos for peanuts in a jar
While the badger interlopers are all yelling at the bar
No more making money for some jerk with a bar
I’m singing in the sun and out there underneath the stars
No more precious bullshit from a kid who can’t relax
I’m bustin through the walls of the dungeon with my ax
No more saying Yes to all the shit that comes my way
No less than my heart up on the wire when I play
No more scratching at the surface with a rusty spoon
I'm stabbing at the source trying to kill it with my tune
No more shitty gigs I've played enough for one life
No more shitty years it's high time I decide
Let's go for a walk, I'm gonna take this show outside
'Cause it's my show and I decide where it will go
Yeah it's my show and I can ride where it will go
We're going out on a sunny day
We're gonna find a sweet spot to play
When the weather is feelin fine
We're gonna slow down the hands time
We're gonna dance around the in sun
We're gonna let ourselves have fun
We're gonna open up a bottle of red red wine
We're gonna lay on the grass and stare at the sky
We're gonna gather down by the creek
We're gonna feel the stone beneath our feet
We gonna watch the clouds go by
We gonna slow down for a while
credits
from MANTRAS,
released December 31, 2018
J MOLIN - GUITAR & VOCALS
GRAY PARSONS - DRUMS
DOUG SNYDER - BASS
MARK GONZALES - TROMBONE
KEVIN FLATT - TRUMPET
DAN BECHDOLT - SAX
PRODUCED BY EVERYDAY J
Mixed by Danny P. Mastered by Brad Bell
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