Story Behind The Song
You know that icy sickness you get when you're trying to work up the nerve to chat with a new girl? Well, I've basically turned it into an Olympic Sport ("Ladies and Gentlemen...Winner of the gold medal for being a total ass in the least amount of time........Pianocidal!!!")
Song Description
Yet another Pianocidal song about attempting to get chicks, though I never get any (I've really got to start writing about something I DON'T know, like scoring!)
| Song Length |
3:52 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Nervous, Affable |
Subject |
Evolution, Painting |
| Similar Artists |
Billy Joel, Elton John |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I'm down, eastside, Thursday night
Friends, drinks, a choir recital
But Lord!, who was that passing me by?
I don't really know but I'd sure like to try
To meet you
You know it's hard to resist not to lock in a stare
At your come hither legs and your incomparable eyes
But do I have what it takes
To keep it calm, cool...not tremble or shake?
I feel a little nervous hunger inside
I feel this shyness just won't subside
I feel like dying but a smile as I say
It's a strange, strange, strange...
Strange feeling in my brain
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
It's 60/40 you won't like what you see
70/30 that you'll even look at me
80/20 that I'll brave the trip
And not stutter, stammer, slur, or slip
Chorus
You don't understand how hard it is
When you're a boy who can't forget
We live in a world of rules and lines
I won't cross yours and you can't cross mine
I'm feelin' kinda weak
I'm feelin' kinda weak
I'm feelin' kinda weak
I'm feelin' kinda...kinda...
Chorus