Story Behind The Song
Written by
Christian Matthew Berrian I;Tim Guidish; Scott Infantalino ;David Di Nino
Vocals, Money Laundering-Tim Guidish
Guitars, Procurement of evil spirits-Christian Mathew Berrian I,Tim Guidish
Bass Guitar, Lady killer-Scott " Norwegian Wood" Infantalino
Drums, Timpani, Razor Blade- David P. Di Nino
Song Description
Inspired by a fucked up society, and a scent of air freshner.
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Song Length |
5:04 |
Genre |
Rock - Hard Rock, Rock - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Annoyed, Disconcerted |
Subject |
Conformity, Judgement |
Similar Artists |
Hmm..don't know, little bit of everybody-that rock, The Barnies |
Language |
English |
Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
Mountain Heather
Now with fame and fortune
Naturally comes a greater insight to life
And all the world's issues
Become clear as day
So tell us about or problems
And how we all fucked up
Cause I see you've just appointed yourself
The savior of the world
What's that, you say?
I can't believe it
But it
It must be true
Trying too hard to think of a message
Thoughts , clear, go right through my head
Just because I'm the public's eyes
Don't mean opinions should be read
Now, somewhere there's a tree
About to be cut down
And somewhere else
I'm sure, the aware, that have no clue
Now concern on your part
Is admirable, I must agree
But, don't you speak to me, and my friends
As if we were just the rage of trees
Yeah?
(you got that, mother fucker?)
What's that, you say?
I can't believe it
But it
It must be true
Trying too hard to think of a message
Thoughts , clear, go right through my head
Just because I'm the public's eyes
Don't mean opinions should be read
-Negative T guitar interlude-
Sociology
In college, that's a four year degree
But you just write yourself a song and
That's all the public needs
And don't you banish us
For being different than you
And you had better not
Air that old whore's glow
Unless its core to all truth
oo-mm yeah
(now you get it, dontcha'?)
What's that, you say?
I can't believe it
But it
It must be true
Trying too hard to think of a message
Thoughts, clear, go right through my head
Just because I'm the public's eyes
Don't mean opinions should be read
-Galileo navigates us back home-