This track's lyrics were inspired by Patanjali's Yoga Sutra. Learn more at www.destroyitup.com.
lyrics
I gotta mow the lawn, I gotta pay the rent
I didn’t hit my numbers at last month’s end
Gotta call yesterday from a long lost friend
The laughs, the memories, the traumas, they blend
Thinking ‘bout my dad and when he’s gonna drink
Thinking ‘bout the dishes piling up in the sink
Thinking ‘bout the girl who left Brooklyn
Thinking ‘bout the wars we ain’t ever gonna win
We fall off the earth but we have to come back
Moving like a train running outta track
Try your very best not to react
We fall off the earth but we have to come back
Working hard for my kid’s custody
Trying to lose weight, trying to gain sleep
I crawl to the alter, I sit back upon my knees
I bow to all that connects you to me
Oh, what is it worth? The practice is gold.
Oh, what is it worth? Priceless, I’m told.
This is self-promotion, as I played bass on this EP, but the true force behind TMB is songwriter Michael Kenny and drummer Justin Davids. RIYL: Karate, Jawbreaker, and Archers Of Loaf. Destroy It Up