Music Monday: “Hurricane” by Something Corporate

“Hurricane” by Something Corporate

Shake down you make me break
For goodness sake
I think I’m on the edge
Of something new with you
Shout out don’t drown the sound
I’ll drown you out
You’ll never scream so loud
As I want to scream with you

Standing there with your smile blinding
Your eyes from seeing
My face as I’m dying

To figure out a girl

But she drifts so far away
I’m on her coast
So maybe I should stay
And map around your world

So don’t say
“These currents are still killing me”
And you can’t explain
But the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane
Into your hurricane

Stand up don’t make a sound
Your ears might bleed
There are sweet fluorescent enemies
That live inside of me
The world moves faster than I knew
Not fast enough to not creep up on you
And the space we put between
So pull me under your weather patterns
Your cold fronts and the rain don’t matter
Because the sun burns what I needed

[Chorus]
So don’t say
“These currents are still killing me”
And you can’t explain
But the wind went and pulled you into the hurricane
Into the hurricane

You don’t do it on purpose
But you make me shake
Now I count the hours ’til you wake
With your babies breath
Breathe symphonies
Come on sweet catastrophe

Well, more about maybe this time I can follow through
I can feel complete
Stop paying dues
Stop the rain from falling
Keep my ocean calm
This time I know nothing’s wrong

[Chorus]
So don’t say
“These currents are still killing me”
And you can’t explain
But the wind went and pulled me in and no,
You don’t say
“These currents are still killing me”
And you can’t explain
But the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane
Into your hurricane
Into your hurricane

Find Something Corporate

Something Corporate is no longer an active band and have not been active since the mid 2000s. Most of these links go to the lead singer’s social medias, as Andrew McMahon is still VERY active!

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Music Monday: “Maps for the Getaway” by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

“Maps for the Getaway” by Andrew McMahon 

Parked outside the house we used to live
There’s a light left on inside
Think of all the days we’d spend
Orchestrating accidents
Lights that used to blind us
Somehow they will guide us through the night

Following the outline of your face
I can see your breath move in the dark
Through all the autopilot years
The tears of joy, drug the face of fear
Now that we’re not hiding
Somehow you’re still riding in my car

No cash in the bank, no paid holidays
All we have, all we have is
Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway
All we have, all we have is time

Parked outside the house we used to live
Staring down the green roof and the walls
The balcony, the hills, the pain
The years of hope, the months of rain
Now that we’re outside it, I guess we survived it after all

No cash in the bank, no paid holidays
All we have, all we have is
Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway
All we have, all we have is time

All we have is time
All we have is time

No white picket fence, no job with the government
All we have, all we have are
Mornings in bed, coffee and aspirin
All we have

No cash in the bank, no sign of yesterday
All we have, all we have is
Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway
All we have, all we have is time

All we have is time
All we have is time
All we have is time

Find Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

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Music Monday: “Maps for the Getaway” by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

“Maps for the Getaway” by Andrew McMahon 

Parked outside the house we used to live
There’s a light left on inside
Think of all the days we’d spend
Orchestrating accidents
Lights that used to blind us
Somehow they will guide us through the night

Following the outline of your face
I can see your breath move in the dark
Through all the autopilot years
The tears of joy, drug the face of fear
Now that we’re not hiding
Somehow you’re still riding in my car

No cash in the bank, no paid holidays
All we have, all we have is
Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway
All we have, all we have is time

Parked outside the house we used to live
Staring down the green roof and the walls
The balcony, the hills, the pain
The years of hope, the months of rain
Now that we’re outside it, I guess we survived it after all

No cash in the bank, no paid holidays
All we have, all we have is
Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway
All we have, all we have is time

All we have is time
All we have is time

No white picket fence, no job with the government
All we have, all we have are
Mornings in bed, coffee and aspirin
All we have

No cash in the bank, no sign of yesterday
All we have, all we have is
Gas in the tank, maps for the getaway
All we have, all we have is time

All we have is time
All we have is time
All we have is time

Find Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

Website / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / YouTube / iTunes