Name: Just Another Lie by Andrew Thomases
Duration: 3 min 44 s
Description: "Just Another Lie" evokes The Killers in their prime, accelerating from contemplation to accusation as atmospheric guitars climax in the chorus with a mix of synths and catchy vocal melodies.

Try the untried.  Exploring new things is good for the soul.  Straight up rock song with a theme of breaking out of the monotony.

Lyrics:

INTRO:
Trying to figure out this itch inside
What is missing. Why not satisfied.
Something’s changed.  Part of me died.
Life and desire sometimes collide. 

VERSE 1:
Children have a sense of adventure,
Always learning something new.
Changing life at their center.			
All the events and things to do.

Something happens when we’re older.
House, and job, and comfort, too.
But. the fire inside begins to smolder.
Life can suck the life out of you.

VERSE 2:     
Instead of getting all down inside,
Try something that excites you.
Lift yourself up.  Decide to decide.
Relish life with something that’s new.

Explore more sides.  Enjoy the whole ride.
Shake it all up, and make things askew.
Find the guide that drives you inside.
Excitement brings life into view.


CHORUS 1:
Write a song.  Something strong.
Make new friends.  Go out on weekends.

What a great feeling.
That moment you wake, not knowing where you are.

Don a pack, travel there and back.
Explore a new side.   Try the untried.

Something’s appealing.
The first steps you take, in distant lands afar.

VERSE 3:
Tap into your sense of adventure.
Try something crazy, wild, and new.
Go for it and be a contender.
Out on a limb discover what’s you. 

Oh, I need the thrill of exploring.
Always need things to pursue.
Newness helps from being too boring.   	
Open doors, and go on through.	

CHORUS 2:
Write a song.  Something strong.
Make new friends.  Go out on weekends.

It’s really healing.
Getting away and raising the bar.

Don a pack, travel there and back.
Explore a new side.   Try the untried.

The world is revealing. 
So fix that ache, and chase your lodestar.

BRIDGE:
Stagnant water kills.
Rapid water thrills 
Scrape off all that rust.
Trust your wanderlust.

VERSE 4: 
Oh, I want the thrill of exploring.
Adrenaline to raise your heartbeat.
Flying, hiking, driving, touring.
What you need to make life complete.

Now, take in the thrill of exploring.
Enjoy talking to strangers you meet.
Free the energy you’ve been storing.
Get out there and get on your feet.

OUTRO CHORUS:

Write a song.  Something strong.
Make new friends.  Go out on weekends.

What a great feeling.
That moment you wake, not knowing where you are.

Don a pack, travel there and back.
Explore a new side.   Try the untried.

Something’s appealing.
The first steps you take, in distant lands afar.

Write a song.  Something strong.
Make new friends.  Go out on weekends.

It’s really healing.
Getting away and raising the bar.

Don a pack, travel there and back.
Explore a new side.   Try the untried.

The world is revealing. 
So fix that ache, and chase your lodestar.


Mixed and mastered by Josh Carney of Carney Media Group.

Exploring

A sardonic yet catchy look back at growing up in the suburbs in the 80s and 90s. Hints of Lou Reed, Cheap Trick, and The Replacements. 

Lyrics:

VERSE ONE: 
Jennifer dresses for her sweet sixteen
High school boys trying to look suave but mean
Danny’s got a booze bar in his trunk
Driving to the party just to get them all drunk

VERSE TWO: 
Other guys hanging at the Circle K
Wishing for some action to come their way
Spent last weekend scopin’ at the mall
Hours of scamming, with no luck at all.

PRE-CHORUS: 
Looking back,
It seems so . . . pathetic!
Looking back,
It seems so . . . pathetic!

CHORUS: 
We were just livin’ in a suburban void
We didn’t know all we could’ve enjoyed
We were just livin’ in a suburban void
That explains why we were oh so annoyed.

VERSE THREE: 
Know no culture; got no class
Just hanging around, sittin’, sittin’ on your ass
Lord only knows, there’s nothing to do
But watch videos and smoke some pot, too.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

VERSE FOUR: 
Catching a buzz on his parents’ fine rum
Michael’s feeling pretty good, but acting really dumb
He noticed that the bottle’s looking kinda low
So he fills it up with water; hopes his parents don’t know

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

BRIDGE

VERSE FIVE: 
Jennifer undresses for her sweet sixteen
Hoping to get lucky, oh what a scene
She loaded up at Danny’s booze bar
Now her boredom’s going to take her too far.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS (2X)

Mixed and mastered by Josh Carney at Carney Media Group

Suburban Void

Too many people in the world have a tendency to blame others instead of taking responsibility for their actions.  It seems like a narcissistic trait.  We would all be better if everyone ceased playing the blame game.

"Funkin' Blame Game" is a rock song, with a funky baseline, catchy guitars, driving drums, and vocal accompaniment by the awesome Anne Bennett.

VERSE 1:

Never at fault, no responsibility.
It’s the worst trait, vulgar and ugly.
Pass the buck.  No sensibility.
We all do it.  Killing our society.

Fantasize your own superiority.
Seeking praise, and covet all envy.
Play the victim, show no empathy.
Admit no mistake, never an apology.

CHORUS:

Do you play the bla-a-ame game.
Where you win by shovin’ them down.
Do you say things that defame them.
Excuses you, passin’ around.

Better, smarter, know it all.
Always right, and can’t be wrong.
All questioners must be flawed.
Challengers all are small.

VERSE 2:

Just one slip, means no respectability.
You deny, any culpability.
You can’t show, vulnerability.
It’s a threat to your virility.

Convincing you, to have the capability
To lead a life, filled with civility.
Is just a path, of dumb futility.
That always ends, in your hostility.

CHORUS

VERSE 3:

“I am sorry,” is a disability.
You depend on, other’s gullibility.
Believing you, the only possibility.
Don’t care for peace and tranquility.

Buck stops there, no credibility.
You’re locked down, no humility.
Your behavior leads to instability.
No authority, no nobility.

BRIDGE LYRICS:

Don’t you, want to, cease to, play the, play the blame game

When fingers point, you complain.
Can’t be me, you exclaim.
Resisting blame, you refrain.  
Not your prob, you explain.

Guilt-free self, you sustain.
Sympathy, you abstain.
Deflect flaws, you remain.
Just satisfied to play the blame game.

Funkin' Blame Game (feat. Anne Bennett)

A contemplative rock track that ponders two sides of personality -- one that wants to be having fun all of the time, and the other that just wants to chill and be alone sometimes.  The song mirrors this sentiment, with different portions with different atmospheres.  Acoustic guitars and simple instrumentation in parts of the song, and then a tempo change with full driving bass, drums, guitars and horns in the choruses and bridge.

Lyrics:
VERSE 1: 

Melancholy, 
Often hits me.
When I go deep.
Into what I could be.

I wonder why
I can’t be that guy
Who always arrives 
With fun is his eye

Always happy, 
Now that isn’t me.
Why can’t I see
Happiness ain’t free.

No need to try
To always fly high
I can get by
Having two sides

CHORUS:

Split desires
Pulling me
Fun, done, home, free.

Why can’t I
Just decide
Who should I be?

POST-CHORUS 1:

There are two sides that I can be
Dividing line, depends on the time.

There are two sides, and which is me.
I can’t decide, even though I tried.

VERSE 2:

Like Jekyll and Hyde
I can’t decide.
Fun amplified.
Or stay inside

There are times
I like being alone
Me and mine 
On my own.
 
CHORUS.

POST-CHORUS 2:

There are two sides that I can see
Dividing line, depends on the time.

There are two sides, and both are me.
I can’t decide, but that’s alright.

VERSE 3:

Mirror’s glare 
Is always there.
I don’t care
Just don’t compare.

Be who you need
Go at your speed
You’ll be freed.
To succeed.

CHORUS

POST-CHORUS 1

POST-CHORUS 2

Mixed and mastered by Josh Carney of Carney Media Group.

Two Sides

The first song I recorded. My dad passed away in July 2020, during the pandemic. I couldn't travel cross country to see him or be with family. We couldn't have a funeral, so we couldn't gather to mourn him. This song is for him.

Lyrics:

VERSE ONE:
Father died the other day.
Took him time to pass away.
Yet, I couldn’t go; I had to stay away.
I’ll return, after this disarray.

CHORUS:
Can’t travel or gather to mourn him.
Can’t travel or gather to mourn him.
Just calls ‘n stories about him.
But, it’s not the same . . . it’s not the same.

VERSE TWO:
Sending photos he displayed.
‘Cause memories begin to fade.
Like the way we sang and we played.
Or the bad jokes that he made.

CHORUS

BRIDGE

VERSE THREE:
Capturing laughs through the haze.
Some of us have been crying for days.
No hugs ‘cause of this pandemic craze.
Toughest thing; you’d be amazed

CHORUS: 2X

[Mixed and Mastered by Josh Carney of Carney Media Group]

Major Inconvenience

Flicker Of Light

Sea Ranch

The Hunter

Whispers in the dark
Tempt me to stray
Your heart beats loud
As my hands shake

Danger lies
In the games we play
And the carnal hunger
In your gaze

I’ve got a dark desire for you
I’ve got a dark desire for you

Your skin is wet
Electrifying my body
As I succumb 
To your every fantasy

Under your spell
It’s hard to breath
Entangled beneath
Forbidden sheets

I’ve got a dark desire for you
I’ve got a dark desire for you
I’ve got a dark desire for you
I’ve got a dark desire for you

I’ve got a dark desire for you
I’ve got a dark desire for you
I’ve got a dark desire for you
I’ve got a dark desire for you

Dark Desires

"Just Another Lie" evokes The Killers in their prime, accelerating from contemplation to accusation as atmospheric guitars climax in the chorus with a mix of synths and catchy vocal melodies.

Just Another Lie

Electric Sin

A life-long music enthusiast.  I played bass guitar in the 80s and 90s throughout high school, college, and grad school.  I picked up playing again, taught myself guitar, and started recording during the pandemic.  Happy to share my work with others.

Just Another Lie

Andrew Thomases

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