Good Trouble
- SweeneyToad
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 234
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Good Trouble
Sweeney Toad
Would you take a fast tracked new vaccine
Would you represent new world regime
Are you going to join reptilian teams
Change your DNA get brilliantly clean
Better to protect yourself donate to big pharma wealth
Don’t think about side effects this is just smarter health
Put nanobots in your blood stream now
Connect your neocortex to the cloud
What would you do to keep your life
What would you do to survive
We need a plan of action so science stood huddled
We no longer human, we in good trouble
Get yourself tracked with a chip implant
Microsoft has a simple plan
To change your DNA, make you a robot
Make you do your job cyberslave so what
Nothing new you been controlled by the internet
Social network’s been a social experiment
Worship 5G false idols get your bandwidth right
Do you worship Bill Gates your anti-christ
What would you do to keep your life
What would you do to survive
We need a plan of action so science stood huddled
We no longer human, we in good trouble
What would you do to keep your life
What would you do to survive
We need a plan of action so science stood huddled
We no longer human, we in good trouble
Would you take a fast tracked new vaccine
Would you represent new world regime
Are you going to join reptilian teams
Change your DNA get brilliantly clean
Better to protect yourself donate to big pharma wealth
Don’t think about side effects this is just smarter health
Put nanobots in your blood stream now
Connect your neocortex to the cloud
What would you do to keep your life
What would you do to survive
We need a plan of action so science stood huddled
We no longer human, we in good trouble
Get yourself tracked with a chip implant
Microsoft has a simple plan
To change your DNA, make you a robot
Make you do your job cyberslave so what
Nothing new you been controlled by the internet
Social network’s been a social experiment
Worship 5G false idols get your bandwidth right
Do you worship Bill Gates your anti-christ
What would you do to keep your life
What would you do to survive
We need a plan of action so science stood huddled
We no longer human, we in good trouble
What would you do to keep your life
What would you do to survive
We need a plan of action so science stood huddled
We no longer human, we in good trouble
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- Pigfarmer Jr
- Jump
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Re: Good Trouble
Good Trouble
Pigfarmer Jr
I pull you close, look you in the eye
I bare my soul, I don't want to hide
I feel your hand, your hand in mine
We slow down, we take our time
Good trouble's what I see
When you're smiling back at me
I can't help but kiss you on your lips
So I pull you near
Good trouble is here
I see your smile as you look at me
I hold you close as we fall asleep
When I wake up and you wake up, too
I can't keep my hands off of you
Good trouble's what I see
When you're smiling back at me
I can't help but kiss you on your lips
So I pull you near
Good trouble is here
I saw you in the middle of a busy restaurant
You spent more than an hour tell me what you're not
One thing led to another and for years you've been my wife
I can't think of any way to make a better life
Good trouble's what I see
When you're smiling back at me
I can't help but kiss you on your lips
So I pull you near
Good trouble is here
I can't help but kiss you on your lips
So I pull you near
Good trouble is here
Pigfarmer Jr
I pull you close, look you in the eye
I bare my soul, I don't want to hide
I feel your hand, your hand in mine
We slow down, we take our time
Good trouble's what I see
When you're smiling back at me
I can't help but kiss you on your lips
So I pull you near
Good trouble is here
I see your smile as you look at me
I hold you close as we fall asleep
When I wake up and you wake up, too
I can't keep my hands off of you
Good trouble's what I see
When you're smiling back at me
I can't help but kiss you on your lips
So I pull you near
Good trouble is here
I saw you in the middle of a busy restaurant
You spent more than an hour tell me what you're not
One thing led to another and for years you've been my wife
I can't think of any way to make a better life
Good trouble's what I see
When you're smiling back at me
I can't help but kiss you on your lips
So I pull you near
Good trouble is here
I can't help but kiss you on your lips
So I pull you near
Good trouble is here
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- sleepysilverdoor
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1086
- Joined: Wed Jun 30, 2010 11:02 pm
- Instruments: Drums, Guitars, Keys
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- Submitting as: Phl*b*
- Pronouns: bruh
- Location: Not super far from Atlanta but definitely not Atlanta
- Contact:
Re: Good Trouble
Phlebia
Stuck out here all alone
You left us on our own
The ones in positions of power don't care about us
You can't rule a nation by sowing discord and distrust
Pour bleach in my eyes so I can see
A light in the shadows, a beacon at sea
To take what's obscured and reveal it to me
We're anticipating such good trouble
No more ruling over me...
Nothing ever changes in your bubble, yeah.
Recognize the enemy...
Now I can see
I think this world's deranged
Maybe it's you that is strange
You dig in your heels in the face of diminished returns
Keep spinning your lies to conceal the truth that we've learned
No longer held captive by what you decree
We've cleared up the air and planted the seeds
To better the future that you've left to me
We are getting into such good trouble
No more ruling over me
No more hiding from us in your bubble
Recognize the enemy
No longer cynical and disillusioned
Never lose your memory...
Now we're seeing through all this illusion
Let's reclaim this century...
Now I can see...
Stuck out here all alone
You left us on our own
The ones in positions of power don't care about us
You can't rule a nation by sowing discord and distrust
Pour bleach in my eyes so I can see
A light in the shadows, a beacon at sea
To take what's obscured and reveal it to me
We're anticipating such good trouble
No more ruling over me...
Nothing ever changes in your bubble, yeah.
Recognize the enemy...
Now I can see
I think this world's deranged
Maybe it's you that is strange
You dig in your heels in the face of diminished returns
Keep spinning your lies to conceal the truth that we've learned
No longer held captive by what you decree
We've cleared up the air and planted the seeds
To better the future that you've left to me
We are getting into such good trouble
No more ruling over me
No more hiding from us in your bubble
Recognize the enemy
No longer cynical and disillusioned
Never lose your memory...
Now we're seeing through all this illusion
Let's reclaim this century...
Now I can see...
"There's a lot to be said about a full-on frontal assault on the ear drums" - Pigfarmer Jr.
- the panna cotta army
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 228
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- Pronouns: He he he
- Location: UK
Re: Good Trouble
I’m just another poor sinner
Working on the land
I got holes in my shoes
And dirt on my hands
Guess I ain’t come a long way
From where I began
I had no ma or papa
To teach me right from wrong
By the time I was walking
They was both long gone
So when it comes to education
That’s where you came along
They call you good trouble
And that’s exactly what you are
You got the looks of an angel
But a cold black heart
You take all my money
And spend it on yourself
Shoes, drink and gambling
But precious else
But you won’t hear me complaining
If I know what’s good for my health
You won’t get a job
Cos that just ain’t no fun
Your idea of loyalty
Is looking out for number one
When I see you with some other man
I hold my tongue
They call you good trouble
You’re all cheating and lies
But then you smile so sweetly
And fix me with innocent eyes
They call you good trouble
And that’s exactly what you are
You got the looks of an angel
But a cold black heart
Working on the land
I got holes in my shoes
And dirt on my hands
Guess I ain’t come a long way
From where I began
I had no ma or papa
To teach me right from wrong
By the time I was walking
They was both long gone
So when it comes to education
That’s where you came along
They call you good trouble
And that’s exactly what you are
You got the looks of an angel
But a cold black heart
You take all my money
And spend it on yourself
Shoes, drink and gambling
But precious else
But you won’t hear me complaining
If I know what’s good for my health
You won’t get a job
Cos that just ain’t no fun
Your idea of loyalty
Is looking out for number one
When I see you with some other man
I hold my tongue
They call you good trouble
You’re all cheating and lies
But then you smile so sweetly
And fix me with innocent eyes
They call you good trouble
And that’s exactly what you are
You got the looks of an angel
But a cold black heart
- Paco Del Stinko
- Hot for Teacher
- Posts: 3542
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- Location: Massachusetts. God save the Commonwealth!
Re: Good Trouble
Good Trouble - Paco del Stinko
I met a girl down at the docks
She was working hard around the clock
I asked her if she ever stopped
She said come and see me when I get off
Mmm-mmm-mmm that's good trouble
Long ago when I played Spades
I drank a litre of vodka and lemonade
I scaled the wall unafraid
The MPs were waiting and I got made
Mmm-mmm-mmm that's good trouble
(I want good trouble and I want it on the double)
It's good to bad oh yeah
(I want good trouble and I want it on the double)
Sometimes good trouble is the best you ever had
I was looking at my funny-phone
Feeling frisky I was all alone
I couldn't stop what started to grow oh no
An early surprise when my girlfriend came home
Mmm-mmm-mmm that's good trouble
(I want good trouble and I want it on the double)
It's good to bad oh yeah
(I want good trouble and I want it on the double)
Sometimes good trouble is the best you ever had
I snuck out back for a sneaky smoke
Totally discreet when I took a toke
Then I heard the speak when my boss done spoke
I just had to laugh when I started to choke
Mmm-mmm-mm that's good trouble
(I want good trouble and I want it on the double)
It's good to bad oh yeah
Sometimes good trouble is the best you ever had
I met a girl down at the docks
She was working hard around the clock
I asked her if she ever stopped
She said come and see me when I get off
Mmm-mmm-mmm that's good trouble
Long ago when I played Spades
I drank a litre of vodka and lemonade
I scaled the wall unafraid
The MPs were waiting and I got made
Mmm-mmm-mmm that's good trouble
(I want good trouble and I want it on the double)
It's good to bad oh yeah
(I want good trouble and I want it on the double)
Sometimes good trouble is the best you ever had
I was looking at my funny-phone
Feeling frisky I was all alone
I couldn't stop what started to grow oh no
An early surprise when my girlfriend came home
Mmm-mmm-mmm that's good trouble
(I want good trouble and I want it on the double)
It's good to bad oh yeah
(I want good trouble and I want it on the double)
Sometimes good trouble is the best you ever had
I snuck out back for a sneaky smoke
Totally discreet when I took a toke
Then I heard the speak when my boss done spoke
I just had to laugh when I started to choke
Mmm-mmm-mm that's good trouble
(I want good trouble and I want it on the double)
It's good to bad oh yeah
Sometimes good trouble is the best you ever had
Bringin' the stink since 2006.
- seemanski
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
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Re: Good Trouble
seemanski
now and then
I think back to when
days were spent
finding rules that could be bent
I think of all the hours
wasted away this way
passing time by messing around
at the video game arcades
I don't think that we should regret
living for the moment
playing out the strength our heads
we might have got into trouble
but it would have been good trouble
now and then
I think back to when
days were spent
finding rules that could be bent
I think of all the hours
wasted away this way
passing time by messing around
at the video game arcades
I don't think that we should regret
living for the moment
playing out the strength our heads
we might have got into trouble
but it would have been good trouble
- furrypedro
- Ice Cream Man
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Re: Good Trouble
Balance Lost
If you don't
Wanna misbehave I know
Whatever I do you won't
I just sit in a haze I know
If you come over I'll stay alone
You can have anything I own
What happens the sun is down
It's something that's going 'round
It's not stopping
You don't have (you don't have!)
To hide alone
You done nothing (done nothing!)
Nothing wrong
If you make (If you make)
-ing trouble
Then it's good trouble
I didn't use to feel so good
You ever been misunderstood?
I didn't mean to cause you pain
I didn't ever think I could
And now the walls are falling in
I can't explain the things I think
Something happens when you come round here
But fuck it there's no consequence
It don't matter
You don't have (you don't have!)
To hide alone
You done nothing (done nothing!)
Nothing wrong
If you make (If you make)
-ing trouble
Then it's good trouble
If you don't
Wanna misbehave I know
Whatever I do you won't
I just sit in a haze I know
If you come over I'll stay alone
You can have anything I own
What happens the sun is down
It's something that's going 'round
It's not stopping
You don't have (you don't have!)
To hide alone
You done nothing (done nothing!)
Nothing wrong
If you make (If you make)
-ing trouble
Then it's good trouble
I didn't use to feel so good
You ever been misunderstood?
I didn't mean to cause you pain
I didn't ever think I could
And now the walls are falling in
I can't explain the things I think
Something happens when you come round here
But fuck it there's no consequence
It don't matter
You don't have (you don't have!)
To hide alone
You done nothing (done nothing!)
Nothing wrong
If you make (If you make)
-ing trouble
Then it's good trouble
- lichenthroat
- Mean Street
- Posts: 543
- Joined: Thu Oct 27, 2016 12:54 pm
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- Location: New Mexico
Re: Good Trouble
Good Trouble
by Lichen Throat
I got trouble, but it’s all good trouble—
Lucky that it’s not too bleak.
My mask doesn’t seal if I have stubble;
I gotta shave twice a week.
I got luck like Ringo Starr;
I can’t bang the drum.
Never-ending cookie jar,
Spike my punch with rum.
I can’t go to work, so I work at home,
Lounging on my patio.
The wind tips over my garden gnomes
Every time it starts to blow.
Tag along on a wild ride,
Like Michael Anthony.
I’m still in love with my bride,
A brand-new retiree.
So much trouble in this world;
All I have is inconvenience.
While others lie in hospital gowns,
I wear t-shirts with screen prints.
I got trouble, but it’s all good trouble,
Nothing to do but read books.
I stay inside my private bubble,
Curled up in my favorite nooks.
Luckiest man in these lands,
Not a bad break yet.
When it rains, I wave my hands
So I don’t get wet.
by Lichen Throat
I got trouble, but it’s all good trouble—
Lucky that it’s not too bleak.
My mask doesn’t seal if I have stubble;
I gotta shave twice a week.
I got luck like Ringo Starr;
I can’t bang the drum.
Never-ending cookie jar,
Spike my punch with rum.
I can’t go to work, so I work at home,
Lounging on my patio.
The wind tips over my garden gnomes
Every time it starts to blow.
Tag along on a wild ride,
Like Michael Anthony.
I’m still in love with my bride,
A brand-new retiree.
So much trouble in this world;
All I have is inconvenience.
While others lie in hospital gowns,
I wear t-shirts with screen prints.
I got trouble, but it’s all good trouble,
Nothing to do but read books.
I stay inside my private bubble,
Curled up in my favorite nooks.
Luckiest man in these lands,
Not a bad break yet.
When it rains, I wave my hands
So I don’t get wet.
- WreckdoMelle
- Push Comes to Shove
- Posts: 359
- Joined: Tue May 01, 2012 5:18 am
- Instruments: Gibson SG, clarinet, tuba, bass guitar, baritone horn, mandolin, vox, sax (sorta)
- Recording Method: Bitwig Studio
- Submitting as: Brown Word and the Big Whine, sometimes WreckdoM
- Pronouns: she/her
- Location: Austin, TX
- Contact:
Re: Good Trouble
Good Trouble - Brown Word and the Big Whine
V1:
John Lewis marched across the Pettus bridge
Got his head busted by the violent pigs
Finally got the Voting Rights Act passed
Some ninety-five years after the fact
Ch:
Get in good trouble, good good trouble
Get in good trouble, good good trouble
Sometimes the rules ain't in the right
Sometimes you gotta bend 'em, sometimes you gotta fight
Good trouble - get in the way
Striving for justice at the end of the day
V2:
Sitting at the counter trying to get served
People spitting on you, treat ya like dirt
Taking the blows, turn the other cheek
Taking your power in numbers to the street
Chorus.
Well there was fire hoses and vicious dogs
There were sit-ins and marches and beautiful songs
There were lynchings, bombings, KKK terror
There were speeches, action, collective clamor
We're talking about Civil Rights
What should've been given wasn't got without a fight
V3:
Today we have the masses in the public square
Militarized police still ain't fighting fair
We've come along way and got a long way to go
It isn't too late to let our consciousness grow
Chorus.
V1:
John Lewis marched across the Pettus bridge
Got his head busted by the violent pigs
Finally got the Voting Rights Act passed
Some ninety-five years after the fact
Ch:
Get in good trouble, good good trouble
Get in good trouble, good good trouble
Sometimes the rules ain't in the right
Sometimes you gotta bend 'em, sometimes you gotta fight
Good trouble - get in the way
Striving for justice at the end of the day
V2:
Sitting at the counter trying to get served
People spitting on you, treat ya like dirt
Taking the blows, turn the other cheek
Taking your power in numbers to the street
Chorus.
Well there was fire hoses and vicious dogs
There were sit-ins and marches and beautiful songs
There were lynchings, bombings, KKK terror
There were speeches, action, collective clamor
We're talking about Civil Rights
What should've been given wasn't got without a fight
V3:
Today we have the masses in the public square
Militarized police still ain't fighting fair
We've come along way and got a long way to go
It isn't too late to let our consciousness grow
Chorus.
Brown Word and the Big Whine on Bandcamp:
http://brownwordandthebigwhine.bandcamp.com
http://brownwordandthebigwhine.bandcamp.com
- AbCred
- A New Player
- Posts: 12
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- Instruments: guitar, bass
- Recording Method: Reason 12
- Submitting as: John Gillespie, JTTJ, Absolutely Credible, and others in the distant past
- Pronouns: he/him
Re: Good Trouble
Good Trouble - JTTJ
Doe-eyed
Naïve we go
Before us lie
Uneven roads
Thrown by
Misleading tomes
We try to find
A place to call our own
Is this Good Trouble?
Or is it a barricade
We make ourselves
We came so far
We walked so long
To reach your door
But no one’s home
Unobserved
We toil onward
Is this for naught
Or is the sweat its own reward?
Is this Good Trouble?
Or is it a barricade
We make ourselves
Is this a bubble?
Or is it undying truth
To be compelled
We never knew until we tried
And now we still don’t know
Should we have lain down all our pride?
Or was it all good trouble?
Doe-eyed
Naïve we go
Before us lie
Uneven roads
Thrown by
Misleading tomes
We try to find
A place to call our own
Is this Good Trouble?
Or is it a barricade
We make ourselves
We came so far
We walked so long
To reach your door
But no one’s home
Unobserved
We toil onward
Is this for naught
Or is the sweat its own reward?
Is this Good Trouble?
Or is it a barricade
We make ourselves
Is this a bubble?
Or is it undying truth
To be compelled
We never knew until we tried
And now we still don’t know
Should we have lain down all our pride?
Or was it all good trouble?
- Sober
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1700
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 10:40 am
- Instruments: Mandolin, hammond, dobro, banjo
- Recording Method: Pro Tools
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Midcoast Maine
Re: Good Trouble
Lord I been gone so long now the Alabama River gonna carry me home
Lord raise me up from the water good trouble gonna save me and make me whole
V1:
She was still a child when she left her home raisin children on her own
Time and again she suffered men til her heart grew as hard as stone
And she went her own way and showed her youngins how to stand on their own two feet
Forsaking laws of tradition and god to get her family what they need
V2:
And she cried when her youngest shipped away to find a life worth something more
But she visits him in his barracks room and they talked like never before
Lifetimes worth of truth and love and sadness left unspoken
She'll carry it all til she finds her way to that circle yet unbroken
Lord raise me up from the water good trouble gonna save me and make me whole
V1:
She was still a child when she left her home raisin children on her own
Time and again she suffered men til her heart grew as hard as stone
And she went her own way and showed her youngins how to stand on their own two feet
Forsaking laws of tradition and god to get her family what they need
V2:
And she cried when her youngest shipped away to find a life worth something more
But she visits him in his barracks room and they talked like never before
Lifetimes worth of truth and love and sadness left unspoken
She'll carry it all til she finds her way to that circle yet unbroken
- mholland
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 170
- Joined: Sat Jul 25, 2020 8:18 pm
- Instruments: Saxophones and other things
- Recording Method: Scarlett 18i20, Logic
- Submitting as: Night Sky
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Davis, CA
Re: Good Trouble
Night Sky
The fierce battered prophet is gone, child
His great heart is sleeping at last
Cry today, love, cry cry cry
Feel the pain, and meet the fight tomorrow
They cracked his skull and gassed him, child,
They broke everything they could break
Rage today, love, rage rage rage
Let it burn inside, and meet the fight tomorrow
You’re gonna make some goo-oo-ood trouble, son
Good trouble, good good good trouble, whoa-oh yeah
You’re gonna make some good trouble before you’re done
Passion for justice and truth, child,
Was not buried with him that day
See today, love, see see see
You’re gonna rise up and meet the fight tomorrow
You know your place in the fight, my white child,
Is to buttress black sons and daughters
Follow, listen and learn, love, ‘cause it ain’t about you
Understand, and join your power to theirs tomorrow
You’re gonna make some goo-oo-ood trouble, son
Good trouble, good good good trouble, whoa-oh yeah
You’re gonna make some good trouble before you’re done
The fierce battered prophet is gone, child
His great heart is sleeping at last
Cry today, love, cry cry cry
Feel the pain, and meet the fight tomorrow
They cracked his skull and gassed him, child,
They broke everything they could break
Rage today, love, rage rage rage
Let it burn inside, and meet the fight tomorrow
You’re gonna make some goo-oo-ood trouble, son
Good trouble, good good good trouble, whoa-oh yeah
You’re gonna make some good trouble before you’re done
Passion for justice and truth, child,
Was not buried with him that day
See today, love, see see see
You’re gonna rise up and meet the fight tomorrow
You know your place in the fight, my white child,
Is to buttress black sons and daughters
Follow, listen and learn, love, ‘cause it ain’t about you
Understand, and join your power to theirs tomorrow
You’re gonna make some goo-oo-ood trouble, son
Good trouble, good good good trouble, whoa-oh yeah
You’re gonna make some good trouble before you’re done
Night Sky is Sally on lyrics, Steve on drums, and Matt on the other stuff
- JonPorobil
- Beat It
- Posts: 5682
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- Contact:
Re: Good Trouble
Good Trouble
by Jon Eric
You could wave a white flag and be seen as a threat
Yeah, if there is a right way, we don't know it yet
So start rattling the cell doors, brother
Keep screaming ‘til you lose your damn mind
Scratch a message in the ceiling of your coffin
For historians to find
Folks everywhere
Keep making good trouble
And remember this:
Think hard about
Who gets to decide
What "Good Trouble" is
Now it’s been generations of constant assault
And I’m beginning to see how it’s still my fault, my fault, mine
So sing it louder for the people in the cheap seats
We’ll hear you way across the red line
Together we can lift a cheek from off the pavement
Or a knee up from a spine
(chorus)
When you’re lonely and only a friend will do
And you’re doubting if Love really Wins
When you care, the despair is unbearable
Yes and that is where the work begins
(chorus)
Who gets to decide what “Good Trouble” is
[background chanting] Hey hey! Ho ho! These racist cops have got to go!
Who gets to decide
What it is
by Jon Eric
You could wave a white flag and be seen as a threat
Yeah, if there is a right way, we don't know it yet
So start rattling the cell doors, brother
Keep screaming ‘til you lose your damn mind
Scratch a message in the ceiling of your coffin
For historians to find
Folks everywhere
Keep making good trouble
And remember this:
Think hard about
Who gets to decide
What "Good Trouble" is
Now it’s been generations of constant assault
And I’m beginning to see how it’s still my fault, my fault, mine
So sing it louder for the people in the cheap seats
We’ll hear you way across the red line
Together we can lift a cheek from off the pavement
Or a knee up from a spine
(chorus)
When you’re lonely and only a friend will do
And you’re doubting if Love really Wins
When you care, the despair is unbearable
Yes and that is where the work begins
(chorus)
Who gets to decide what “Good Trouble” is
[background chanting] Hey hey! Ho ho! These racist cops have got to go!
Who gets to decide
What it is
"Warren Zevon would be proud." -Reve Mosquito
Stages, an album of about dealing with loss, anxiety, and grieving a difficult year, now available on Bandcamp and all streaming platforms! https://jonporobil.bandcamp.com/album/stages
Stages, an album of about dealing with loss, anxiety, and grieving a difficult year, now available on Bandcamp and all streaming platforms! https://jonporobil.bandcamp.com/album/stages
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- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 51
- Joined: Fri Jun 14, 2013 6:50 pm
- Instruments: percussion, piano/synth/programmer, some guitar
- Recording Method: mac, logic 10, apogee duet, Arturia and Roland hardware, various plugins, hate.
- Submitting as: My Social Uniform
- Pronouns: him
- Location: somewhere in ohio?
- Contact:
Re: Good Trouble
My Social Uniform - Good Trouble
You ask me for a ride
But I could use a driver
Do you have any plans
Do you have any priors?
I don't know if you were told
But my plans are solid gold (and if you)
Let go of your state of mind
I can show you what you hope to find
It might seem strange, you got it right
But I'm looking to burn it down tonight (so put your)
Hands on me and trip the switch
And let your mind unwind 'til you start to twitch
If you want some good trouble
I think you found it
If you want some good trouble
Well, I think you found it
Close your eyes and count to four
I'll push you right through the door
If one good night is all you wanted
Then jump right in, let's get it started
I don't care how the evening goes
I just want to see you explode
If you want some good trouble
I think you've found it
I've got a hot mess of good trouble
And I think you've found it
Good trouble
Good trouble
Tonight's your night to lose
And I think I just lit the fuse
Who knows how this ends
But I bet we're gonna be friends
The whole world is crazy
starting with me
There's a disconnect in all of us
To some degree
If you want some good trouble
I think you've found it
I've got a hot mess of good trouble
And I think you've found it
Good trouble
Good trouble
You ask me for a ride
But I could use a driver
Do you have any plans
Do you have any priors?
I don't know if you were told
But my plans are solid gold (and if you)
Let go of your state of mind
I can show you what you hope to find
It might seem strange, you got it right
But I'm looking to burn it down tonight (so put your)
Hands on me and trip the switch
And let your mind unwind 'til you start to twitch
If you want some good trouble
I think you found it
If you want some good trouble
Well, I think you found it
Close your eyes and count to four
I'll push you right through the door
If one good night is all you wanted
Then jump right in, let's get it started
I don't care how the evening goes
I just want to see you explode
If you want some good trouble
I think you've found it
I've got a hot mess of good trouble
And I think you've found it
Good trouble
Good trouble
Tonight's your night to lose
And I think I just lit the fuse
Who knows how this ends
But I bet we're gonna be friends
The whole world is crazy
starting with me
There's a disconnect in all of us
To some degree
If you want some good trouble
I think you've found it
I've got a hot mess of good trouble
And I think you've found it
Good trouble
Good trouble
"You're like the SongFight Weeknd" - Sleepysilverdoor
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- Adam!
- Ice Cream Man
- Posts: 1425
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:10 am
- Instruments: Drum 'n' Bass (but not THAT Drum 'n' Bass)
- Recording Method: Reaper + Stock Plugins
- Submitting as: Max Bombast
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Victoria, BC, AwesomeLand
- Contact:
Re: Good Trouble
Good Trouble
by Max Bombast
I know you're on to me
How subtle can you be?
I used to think that you were so smooth
I've got a couple friends
Who don't know means from ends
And they don't got know when they're being rude
And who'se to say who threw the first punch?
I wouldn't point a finger that you want to keep
Any day you wanna square up
You can find me in the street
Cause a little good trouble
by Max Bombast
I know you're on to me
How subtle can you be?
I used to think that you were so smooth
I've got a couple friends
Who don't know means from ends
And they don't got know when they're being rude
And who'se to say who threw the first punch?
I wouldn't point a finger that you want to keep
Any day you wanna square up
You can find me in the street
Cause a little good trouble