Like Everybody Else

"Whatever Happens Now" off Contra Ville's new album. 

Money spent by the early dawn,
While we were running around
In the evening sun.
Our feet never seemed to touch the ground,
But now our fears are true.
But when you cry I won't be crying, too.

I know what you want me to say,
that I'll miss you every day.
But hwat good would I be?
If I'm wrapped up in my misery?
I'm going to tell you a lie:
I cannot  bring myself to say goodbye.

Whatever happens now, I know that I'll outgrow.
Whatever happens now, will hurt but it won't show.
Whatever happens now, I won't shed a tear.
Whatever happens now, I'll see you in ten yeras.

And the song's we'd sing.
Won't mean a thing.
Oh! Darling I would smile,
If I saw you once in a while. 

Whatever Happens Now

The first ever Contra Ville song performed in public. Enjoy!

Picture by Angela Ngo

He's spent and dirtied
From having spent all his years
Longing for her.
His heart is a black mess
Ripped up inside.
His guts have been spilled out
Drenched on his clothers.
But she hasn't noticed, not even a glance.
She can't remember his name.

He's been looked past
And ruled out.
Now he can only dream of feeling what he's after.
But he needs to capture her
Lest his heart and his soul
Get lost on the way.
His brains and his bones, and all of his flesh
Will come apart at the seams.

He doesn't want her to know.

Now his heart is out on the table,
He'll tell her his love but he is not able
To find some time alone with her.
Now all those years spent in admiration
Don't lent to the hand that's holding the gun
Because he doesn't want her to know,
No, he doesn't want her to know.
That the sounds of her innocent laughter are reasons for him to be hanged by the rafter
Her smile and all her humorous wit, 
They kill him inside, if only a bit.
Because he knows that she's out there.
And he knows that she doesn't care
Whether he's longed for or even fed,
Alive or dead. 

But if you grab a little conversation with me,
And I grab a little conversation with you,
If we grab a little conversation outside,
In the rain or sunshine.
You might find that I'm already just like you,
And I might find that you're already just like me,
So come on my sweet can't you see?
I love you.

But now he's struck with loss of his breath
There's a fire inside that will burn through his chest
And it kills his heart and ruins his soul
But he can find solace inside his tobacco.
He didn't want you to see that side so
He disconnected you from his life so.
He wasn't very true to his heart, though,
He really wanted you to know

That he's spent and dirtied
From having spent all his years
Longing for you. 
He's been falling into a black state of mind
Knowing that you are one of a kind
He wants you to be aware of his pain
At having to recall your name.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabrielle

Oh no. 

Grab A Little Conversation

Contra Optics presents "Sand." 
Photo by Stephen Amato-Salvatierra and edited by Cody Horwood

You'll forget in the Sand 
What I left back at home 
Your feelings of those worries 
In the drone of surfers' boards 
The smoke lingered on your breath 
Makes me feel as warm as your breast.

It’s been a long life. And hopefully nowhere near the end of it 
Riding on 17, only sober in memories I reminisce 
The reservoir we pass used to be filled to the brim, shit 
I guess everyone’s been missing how it used to be, but since 
We destroyed it all, put our bombs against the bricks 
And watched it crumble like the sand beneath our feet when we were kids 
The past attacks me like how a cat reacts to mist 
We enjoy it while we can before there’s nothing left to miss 
Slowly the ride only reminds of times I was unaware really how empty is life 
Passenger’s side so much sunlight I’m blind 
Glasses aren’t mine but they’ll fit for this time 
And she laughed until she cried 
Mumbled a word every second our tongues were untied 
Fine, hoping for silence I sighed, why’d, you become most of mind? 
I die, So resurrect me like I’m Christ 
But treat me like a devil since it suits me more inside 
I could sit in the sand and pretend I’m civilized 
But I’m an animal in a world that’s lost beyond what we call time 
 

Sand (Contra Ville vs. Lucid Optics)

Contra Optics presents "My Caprice"
Artwork by Cody Horwood

My caprice is my love
And I know that it burns fast
Like a match soaked in gas.

Straight through from Paris
To somewhere south of Naples
In a town where there is only sea,
All this distance in between us
All the longing so egregious
Felt like some lead encasing me.

But just like a mirage 
Seen from so far away
The closer I came
The more strange that it behaved.
My love, that burning flame,
That kept my eyes open at night
Was just a bit of lust 
Fogging up my young mind.
When the plane touched on the ground
And all the waiting was done
The fire in my heart
Was extinguished by my one
My one and only hope
That like in all films which we saw
Grabbing hold of you then
Was the most Romantic joy of all.

But my caprice is my love
And I know that it burns fast
Like a match soaked in gas.

I've found that Love's a lie
It's Conceit in a nice disguise
So forgive me for my ways
But you have to recognize
That remorse is just for fools
That I don't play this game fair
Each first love feels so damn new
Yet as familiar as the air.
When I say "I love you true,"
Beware my flashing eyes
Don't think I never knew
How to make you say, "I love you."

My caprice is my love
And I know that it burns fast
Like a match soaked in gas.

My Caprice (Contra Ville vs. Lucid Optics)

Live at the Art Boutiki! Recorded on April 28, 2012

I fucked it up many times
I hardly knew we were once.
Forgive my sins I heard
That you had no problem putting out
And I had no problem eating out
Now aren’t we just the lucky ones?

Do you still care for me?
Do you still care for me?
Do you still care for me?
Don’t say, you still care for me.
I can’t feel for graves.
I can’t feel for graves.
I can’t feel for graves.
But I can feel for craves.

And I know that our time spent playing in bed
Amounts to no more than sand strewn about in my head
But if you want me to feel so bad for loving you
Then drop me a line with your timbre so fine and you’ll know that I’ve lost all my mind.

My joys tell me that I lost
Some part of my younger self.
Now I feel good when you
Tell me “Fuck off” in solitude
When you show me all your woes
Now aren’t I just the lucky one?

Do you still care for me?
Do you still care for me?
Do you still care for?
Don’t say you still care for me.
I can’t feel for graves.
I can’t feel for graves.
I can’t feel for graves
But I can feel for craves.

Darling, know that hell walks along side of you
And I can’t believe what I have gained just to lose.
And if you ask me to feel so bluish inside my nights
Then I’ll just sit back and get drunk in my flat and think what my good, whole life was like

Before.

Before (Live)

From "Electric Eclectic"

Gone now 
Are the days where 
We would lay ourselves 
Dry in the sun, dear 
But you are still near

Look to 
The blooms of a 
Cherry blossom tree 
They couldn’t possibly 
Be gone now 
Because I love you now.

If this sweat was part of me 
But my hopes were never meant to be 
Then what was the use of all the blooming flowers and trees?

Remember the sound of ocean water on the shore 
And the way that you laughed? You couldn’t help but shed a tear 
oh Darling, I can’t believe the way that time has passed. 
But the night is still young, and I don’t want to have to rest. 
And if you come close, I can hold you near, and whisper, whisper, sweet nothings in your ear.

Gone now 
Are the days where 
We would lay ourselves 
Dry in the sun, dear 
But you are still near

Look to 
The blooms of a 
Cherry blossom tree 
They couldn’t possibly 
Be gone now 
Because I love you now.

If this sweat was part of me 
But my hopes were never meant to be 
Then what was the use of all the blooming flowers and trees?

Cherry Blossom Tree

Photo Feel (n p c Remix)

Oliver Twist

Contra Ville (pronounced Contra "Vee") is a group from San Jose, California that consists of Mitch Waldman, Brendan Carroll, Greg Brock, Kevin McAndrews, and Matt Miller. Come see us perform!

We just released our second studio album, "Electric Eclectic" and CDs are available to all who wish to have one! $5 plus shipping, and we'll make it happen anywhere in the world.

Our debut album is available on iTunes!
Buy it now! http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/contra-ville/id503123414