Turn Off Your Phone by Praise Muzak
Turn off your phone for the way that you’re feeling
Skip all the stones you’ve collected on weekends
And left in the glove box of your car
Step into the river it’s cooler in there
You can wash all the fictions right out of your hair
Let them color the water and sand
And a waterfall crushes you
And a rainbow cuts through you
And an optional feature that you knew
Would always be useful goes unused
You could wring the water out onto your feet
And feel the cool drips in the thick august heat
Let the dead leaves stick to your soles
Find your phone up the shore and it’s battery worn
Drive around for hours to get home
Let your headlights dissolve in the light of the morning
Somewhere in the world someone new is named
After someone who recently died
Every moment takes another moment to adjust
To the moment that’s just arrived
My name is dust!
Turn Off Your Phone
- Pigfarmer Jr
- Jump
- Posts: 2349
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- Instruments: Guitar
- Recording Method: Br-900CD and Reaper to mix
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- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Columbia, Missouri
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Re: Turn Off Your Phone
Pigfarmer Jr - Turn Off Your Phone
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
There's no reception anyhow
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
'Cause no-one can help you now
You thought I was stopping to help
Instead I kidnapped your son
You put up a fight so I had no choice
And now we are on the run
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
There's no reception anyhow
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
'Cause no-one can help you now
We've been running for days
We're miles away from any town
You hid your phone, it'll do you no good
You might as well put it on down
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
There's no reception anyhow
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
'Cause no-one can help you now
No-one can help you now
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
There's no reception anyhow
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
'Cause no-one can help you now
You thought I was stopping to help
Instead I kidnapped your son
You put up a fight so I had no choice
And now we are on the run
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
There's no reception anyhow
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
'Cause no-one can help you now
We've been running for days
We're miles away from any town
You hid your phone, it'll do you no good
You might as well put it on down
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
There's no reception anyhow
Won't you turn off your phone, my dear?
'Cause no-one can help you now
No-one can help you now
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- Paco Del Stinko
- Hot for Teacher
- Posts: 3542
- Joined: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:20 am
- Instruments: Basic rock, at a basic level.
- Recording Method: Roland 2480
- Submitting as: Paco del Stinko
- Location: Massachusetts. God save the Commonwealth!
Re: Turn Off Your Phone
Turn Off Your Phone - Paco del Stinko
Look at this nitwit texting as he drives
Weaving over lanes, endangering our lives
If he has a crash, I'll yell as I pass
Attaboy, way to go, dumbass!
Turn off your phone, just leave it alone
Look around and see what you left behind
Selfies and Facebook are a total waste of time
And your so-called smartphone, is rotting out your mind
Come around the corner, see the gang of teens
All standing there together, faces in their screens
Who are you talking to, aren't you already with your friends
You're missing out on a nothing that never ends
Turn off your phone, just leave it alone
Look around and see what you left behind
Selfies and Facebook are a total waste of time
And your so-called smartphone, is rotting out your mind
There's something to be said about technology (technology)
Sure, it can help us out a lot (a real lot)
But not at the cost of disabling your brain, (brain) common courtesy, safety and new experience (experience)
And dismissing what you've already got (you've already got)
At the supermarket, mama in the aisle
Blocking all of our access gabbing all the while
Make up your stupid mind and just bring a fricking list
Your selfish yapping is leaving us all pissed
Turn off your phone, just leave it alone
Look around and see what you left behind
Selfies and Facebook are a total waste of time
And your so-called smartphone, is rotting out your mind
Look at this nitwit texting as he drives
Weaving over lanes, endangering our lives
If he has a crash, I'll yell as I pass
Attaboy, way to go, dumbass!
Turn off your phone, just leave it alone
Look around and see what you left behind
Selfies and Facebook are a total waste of time
And your so-called smartphone, is rotting out your mind
Come around the corner, see the gang of teens
All standing there together, faces in their screens
Who are you talking to, aren't you already with your friends
You're missing out on a nothing that never ends
Turn off your phone, just leave it alone
Look around and see what you left behind
Selfies and Facebook are a total waste of time
And your so-called smartphone, is rotting out your mind
There's something to be said about technology (technology)
Sure, it can help us out a lot (a real lot)
But not at the cost of disabling your brain, (brain) common courtesy, safety and new experience (experience)
And dismissing what you've already got (you've already got)
At the supermarket, mama in the aisle
Blocking all of our access gabbing all the while
Make up your stupid mind and just bring a fricking list
Your selfish yapping is leaving us all pissed
Turn off your phone, just leave it alone
Look around and see what you left behind
Selfies and Facebook are a total waste of time
And your so-called smartphone, is rotting out your mind
Bringin' the stink since 2006.
- Sober
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1709
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 10:40 am
- Instruments: Mandolin, hammond, dobro, banjo
- Recording Method: Pro Tools
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Midcoast Maine
Re: Turn Off Your Phone
Turn off your phone and let me in I wanna
find out where this road ends and the next begins
Finish your beer and throw your bags in the car ninety three
million miles away ain't even near enough far
And I got a box of Cubans that I smuggled back and I didn't have
to bribe the border agent cause he didn't look twice at me or my bag
Chorus:
She said everybody's got a story to tell
Every man has got a soul to sell
You pour yourself another gin and tonic, mostly gin, you never
were the kind to hide what kind of shape you were in
If someone were to ask just what you were to me I think I'd
have to say nothing, and you'd have to agree
So we left that hotel burning like the oil in that old hatchback, put as
many miles as possible between us and the memories of our past
Chorus
The car died in New Braunfels, we took it as a sign that the
road did not go on forever, the sun don't always shine
I hung around and looked for work but not too hard, I never
could be asked to bust my ass or even count my cards
So I went and signed with Uncle Sam with nothing else to do and I am
glad that we're apart but also happy for the memories of you too
find out where this road ends and the next begins
Finish your beer and throw your bags in the car ninety three
million miles away ain't even near enough far
And I got a box of Cubans that I smuggled back and I didn't have
to bribe the border agent cause he didn't look twice at me or my bag
Chorus:
She said everybody's got a story to tell
Every man has got a soul to sell
You pour yourself another gin and tonic, mostly gin, you never
were the kind to hide what kind of shape you were in
If someone were to ask just what you were to me I think I'd
have to say nothing, and you'd have to agree
So we left that hotel burning like the oil in that old hatchback, put as
many miles as possible between us and the memories of our past
Chorus
The car died in New Braunfels, we took it as a sign that the
road did not go on forever, the sun don't always shine
I hung around and looked for work but not too hard, I never
could be asked to bust my ass or even count my cards
So I went and signed with Uncle Sam with nothing else to do and I am
glad that we're apart but also happy for the memories of you too
- PepperJane
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 194
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- Instruments: Voice. Followed by piano or guitar
- Recording Method: Crustacean
- Submitting as: PepperJane
- Location: Jondaryan, Australia
- Contact:
Turn Off Your Phone
Pepper Jane
Where did you go, what did you see?
Are you ever coming back to me?
When the rain falls on your face
Is that a feeling you want to replace?
Baby talk to me, just open your mouth
Whatever you say, just let it all out
Baby talk to me, make you known
Or otherwise, turn off your phone
Where did you go, what did you see?
Where did you go, what did you see?
Are you ever coming back to me?
When the rain falls on your face
Is that a feeling you want to replace?
Baby talk to me, just open your mouth
Whatever you say, just let it all out
Baby talk to me, make you known
Or otherwise, turn off your phone
Where did you go, what did you see?
Everything is about perspective.
Re: Turn Off Your Phone
This is a song about etiquette
Don't hold your phone above your head
If you got to film, hold it in close
So you don't disturb, the rest of us folk
This is a song about etiquette
Don't hold your iPad in front of my kid
If you got to film, hold it in tight
And please sir, turn down the light!
This is a song about etiquette
We're still behind you, after you sit
And your video is shaky, the aspect is wrong
So please just stop, turn off that phone
<talking part>
Then you are there...
With your iBalls
Staring at your child
Which is probably more profound...and meaningful
So just enjoy...
Don't hold your phone above your head
If you got to film, hold it in close
So you don't disturb, the rest of us folk
This is a song about etiquette
Don't hold your iPad in front of my kid
If you got to film, hold it in tight
And please sir, turn down the light!
This is a song about etiquette
We're still behind you, after you sit
And your video is shaky, the aspect is wrong
So please just stop, turn off that phone
<talking part>
Then you are there...
With your iBalls
Staring at your child
Which is probably more profound...and meaningful
So just enjoy...