Story Behind The Song
This recording was the result of my old band winning a batttle of the bands contest . The prize? - One day to record one song in a nice studio
Song Description
What does the cycle of fucking strangers leave one's mind sounding like?
| Song Length |
3:58 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene, Tense |
Subject |
General, Age, Aging |
| Similar Artists |
David Bowie, Queen |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
If image is superfelous than settle down
Cause beauty is an angry pulse, always fading
and horemoans lie like money, horemoans take me out.
Look at all the fuselage in our wake
A fat girl smiles a cool whip cracks, and even as we speak
horemoans lie like money. Horemoans take me out.
What's that sound?
I lost my stage. I lost my hair .I lost my mind but I don't care what I look I like. I feel just like a Jew on a boxcar baby I don't care what I look like . I said horemoans lie like money. Horemoans make a cool whip crack.