1. |
Stolen
02:39
|
|||
|
Maybe it's the light playing tricks on my eyes
But I think you're someone I might recognize
I couldn't see the forest for the light through the trees
We can blame it on the light playing tricks on my eyes
Or maybe we can blame the Sun King
And you know it's not important, ‘cause it never got reported
Gone without a trace, your life was erased
All because you had the same face
And now that he's dead, they groom you instead
So you'd better call the cops! You'd better call the cops!
‘Cause your whole life was stolen, and Mr Campbell's gone
Your wife was stolen and all your things are stolen (they were stolen)
And you can call me an impostor, it's easy for you to say
But it's not that important, ‘cause it never got reported
Though your whole life was stolen, and all your things are stolen (they were stolen)
He lived so many more years, past the death of Billy Shears
And the life of Billy Shears saw so many more years
So you'd better call the cops! You'd better call the cops!
‘Cause: your whole life was stolen
All your words are stolen
All your chords are stolen
And every song was stolen (they were stolen)
And as I look down at my beer, I let the harmonies wash over me
I let the rhymes just come to me
But Mr Campbell’s gone, his life taken to fill another one
So you'd better call the cops! You'd better call the cops!
‘Cause: your whole life was stolen
All your words are stolen
All your chords are stolen
And every song was stolen (they were stolen)
|
||||
2. |
Blue Ribbon
03:51
|
|||
|
Talk low speak slow, when you're on the radio
Talk loud, speak clear, shout it loud for all to hear
You can talk soft when your lost in her eyes
We all lose our minds when we're fighting for the prize
But don't get caught with your hand in the drawer
And if you get the girl you can buy yourself a blue ribbon
Yes, if you get the girl you can buy yourself a blue ribbon
The ticker marks another mile, as life slips away
Jack can't hold still n' he won't take his pills
He says scratch my back and you know I got yours
But Jill can't foot the bill when there's money to be made
So don't get caught with your hand in the till
And if you make it to the end, you can buy yourself a blue ribbon
Yes, if you make it to the end, you can buy yourself a blue ribbon
If you want to make art, you gotta tear it all apart
And challenge every part, to find what's in your heart
And if you want to make love, sometimes you gotta fake love
To open up the door you gotta close the window
Oh, you can pat your back, you can buy yourself a blue ribbon
Yes, you can pat your back, you can buy yourself a blue ribbon
Good blood goes bad with three to six to go
When it all goes bad; uncle gets the house
Find your way back to their hearts, before it all falls apart
And if you make it out alive, you can buy yourself a blue ribbon
Yes, if you make it out alive, you can buy yourself a blue ribbon
And if you lose the race you can still buy yourself a blue ribbon
|
||||
3. |
That's Alright Mama
05:14
|
|||
|
Well, that's alright, now mama
Well, that's alright for you
Well, that's alright mama, just anyway you do
Oh, that's alright,
That's alright
Oh oh, that's alright now mama, just anyway you do
My Mama she told me,
My Papa, he told me too
That son, that girl you’re foolin' with,
She ain't no good for you'
But, that's alright,
That's alright.
Oh oh, that's alright now mama, just anyway you do
Oh, I’m leaving town now baby
I'm leaving town for sure
Well then you won’t have to be bothered with me
Hangin’ 'round your door
Well, that's alright,
That's alright.
Oh oh, that's alright now mama, just anyway you do
|
||||
If you like Hopper, you may also like:
Sweet-and-sour pop hooks cozy up to massive grunge riffs on the Irish indie rockers' impassioned third LP.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Sep 15, 2023
go to album
Shoegaze, post-rock, black metal, dark ambient: if it's gloomy and surreal, you'll find it on the Arizona outfit's excellent second LP.
go to album
The Old Man the Boat
by The Madeleines
Riding the line between indie pop and psychedelic folk, the songs on the latest from The Madeleines are as gorgeous as they are mysterious.
go to album
Borderless art rock crashes into indie and experimental music on this project from drummer JR Kurtz.
go to album
Melancholic and sharp instrumental post-rock from Oklahoma group Speak, Memory.
go to album
The Arizona band do right by post-hardcore on their immersive new LP, leavening untempered breakdowns with carefully-measured catharsis.
go to album
