I wanted to write a grunge revival song for some reason. I'm actually surprised the grunge revival never happened. I expected it in the teens the same way retro music usually becomes popular 20 years down the road (the '70s in the '90s, the '80s in the '00s, and so on), but nope, nothing happened, so I had to write my own grunge revival tune. At least I'm not bitter, I guess . . . Musically, it's the usual guitar, fake bass, vocals, and drums, though I clearly had fun adding extra noise in the middle. Lyrics are below:
She was waiting for the grunge revival.
If it doesn't arrive soon, she thinks she'll die-o.
And her friends all listen to crappy pop music.
She left her bad boyfriend
at the fast food drive-thru.
He's just a boy, and she's no longer a girl.
People ask her why, and she just asks them why not?
People ask her what she wants, and she just says, what you got?
Her neighbors all keep their curtains closed.
They never see the sun, just the electric glows.
They all think it's a scary place, the world.
And she stopped wearing makeup.
And she deleted all the photos of you.
And if she could she'd delete you too.
She dreams of Mark E. Smith at Marc's.
It's 1979. How much are the tomatoes?
Inflation. Inflation. Inflation.
She puts her keys and money in the fridge.
Answers the door when the phone rings.
What can you expect from an American?
But at least you're not bitter.
For more Wred Fright music, give his latest album a listen or download at your favorite digital music site such as Soundcloud, Spotify, or Bandcamp!
No comments:
Post a Comment
To reduce spam, I have to approve these. On behalf of the spammers, sorry for the delay!