Alternative Rock

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Tough Guy

Song 6

Tough Guy

123BPM

D♭MAJOR

Lyrics

Stamp that car with an “L” baby
Drive that RCF like a POS
Still not quite a Lamborghini 
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy
I don’t blame you it’s compensation 
You can’t tell reality from imagination 
You tell a little truth and a big white lie
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy 

I don't know shit about a car man
I just really needa get far man
Lost in a foreign land
Get up, get up
It's your last chance
One step short of my last dance
I've been sittin round with my dick in my hand
I'm not really playing anymore
Anymore
But now I'm feeling stronger than before
Than before
Bitch I got the power of the force 
Will you adore me
We are living in a world
Where you must forage for a story
And I'm not really playing anymore

Stamp that car with an “L” baby
Drive that RCF like a POS
Still not quite a Lamborghini 
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy
I don’t blame you it’s compensation 
You can’t tell reality from imagination 
You tell a little truth and a big white lie
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy 

And I don't need the devil
He needs me
I don't fuck around man
I plant seeds
Bitch, I am, niche 
Everything I need isn't just handed to me
I'll be leaving in the AM air b and b
They don't wanna listen gotta grease m with speech
N everything ya heard never came out of my beak
N anything you say will never matter to me

It must be nice
Having everything handed to you
Come on I know it’s nice 
Having everything handed to you
You’ll never work a day in your life

Stamp that car with an “L” baby
Drive that RCF like a POS
Still not quite a Lamborghini 
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy
I don’t blame you it’s compensation 
You can’t tell reality from imagination 
You tell a little truth and a big white lie
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy

Buffalo Avenue

Tough Guy

Tough Guy (feat. Temp Friend Agency, Mike)

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Center Of The Earth

Song 7

Center Of The Earth

165BPM

FMAJOR

Lyrics

Let’s dig a hole to the center of the Earth
Where the free fall can never hurt
When we reach the mantle
And we begin to burn
We’ll finally know what matters the most to us

I've grown 
To be a man of less words
Most of what I say is a little bit more than obserd
Observe
And you can learn a bit about the relative rule
I come first and Ima do what I do
Take a trip
To the center of it all
Tootsie pop
Cherry bomb
Go off, go off
And I don't crumble when I fall
Cause they always underneath
Seesaw haha
As a matter of fact
We'll never make it
It's a little late and nothing can change that
Getting mad old
And we're looking pretty fat
And we've done a lot of things 
That we can't take back

Let’s dig a hole to the center of the Earth
Where the free fall can never hurt
When we reach the mantle
And we begin to burn
We’ll finally know what matters the most to us

You know we can’t stay here
Yes, on the surface
I keep asking myself
If I ever really had purpose
What does this all mean,
When a higher power is unleashing their wrath upon me?
Raining glass, broken shard
A heart attack could never be worse

Let’s dig a hole to the center of the Earth
Where the free fall can never hurt
When we reach the mantle
And we begin to burn
We’ll finally know what matters the most to us

Center of the Earth

Center Of The Earth (feat. Temp Friend Agency)

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Bastard Son

Song 10

Bastard Son

140BPM

E♭MAJOR

Lyrics

Imagine that
It was a hit or a miss
And you can't enjoy a second of a minute you live
I don't appreciate the tiny little bit that you did
And I don't give a shit your at the top of my hit list

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

I'm a bastard
Never wanna finish my task dude
Your so rude
If it's a mutual agreement well I need proof
I find myself believing what is not true
It's because of
Because I needed you
But I don't need you
I don't need you
(And I don't need you)

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

When will you relieve
Me of the weight upon my shoulders
I was thinking now that I’m getting older
We could have just one
Conversation without yelling

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

You’re a far off memory
A broken fever dream
And everything got bizarre 
Floating endlessly in the dark

There's a ghost in the house
He hops all around
Ooo ooo
Get out, get out, get out

Oh you left one day
Never to return to your family
Oh you left one day
Never to return to your family

Imagine that the perfect family tree
That would’ve enticed Adam and Eve 

You son of a bitch 
You couldn’t take the heat 
But you’d never admit that 
Which is sad and it made me so mad
But I forgive
And it’s more than you deserve

Bastard Son

Bastard Son (feat. Temp Friend Agency)

Appearing on the album Seven Years To Dust, Is That All There Is is a new song from These Guitars Say Sorry.

Is That All There Is - These Guitars Say Sorry

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we find without.
What the talks about.
What they've left around.
What goes round and round.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we're dealing out.
What we worked around.
What it's all about.
Why we're talking loud.

The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What they're paying on.
What's the chance they're gone.
What's the right and wrong.
Whether it's begun.

The spark lights up the window pane.
Only the blackened charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

What the life's about.
spinning lies around.
What this loves about.
What lies round about. 

What is going on.
Where it all went wrong.
Why the fuss began.
When the rabbit rabbit ran.

The spark lights up the feilds again.
Showing only charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
When it's coming back.
A surprise attack.
What or not, the craic.
That we sorely lack.

Leave it to me, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.


Spark

It just goes round and round.
The trouble is always convincing the crowd.
Keep your ears to the ground. 
A thorn in the side of them all.

One goes in, and one comes out.
Each one the same as the last time around.
There is no truth to be found.
The same result now comes about. 

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

A tiny bit down at the mouth.
Years of this crap have taken it out.
Will a change come about? 
When each thing just revolves around.

The man that proposed to be king.
Has to be mad to dream of such things.
As more wait in the wings.
Each one the same as the last.

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

Let's say we throw them all out.
Have we got a plan for what happens without.
The leaders that were kicking out.
How will this change come about?

The old man who sits on the throne.
Feasting as all of the rest of us groan.
There's a truth we have shown.
None of us change on our own.

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

Revolution Song

Modes About Me is a genre-defying trio from Niagara Falls, New York, known for blending alternative rock, pop, hip hop, and acoustic elements into a cohesive, emotionally charged sound.

The project began as a solo creative outlet for Mark, who started writing and producing music that didn’t fit neatly into one category. What started as a personal side project soon grew into something bigger when he recruited his childhood friends, Dave and Miller, both long-time musicians who shared his passion for experimentation and emotional honesty.

Together, the trio shaped a sound that thrives on contrast — heavy yet melodic, structured yet fluid, vulnerable yet powerful. Their music draws inspiration from the energy of Niagara Falls and the emotions of modern life, exploring themes of self-discovery, mental health, love, and resilience.

Modes About Me’s songs shift naturally between genres — from guitar-driven rock and soulful acoustic moments to rhythm-infused hip hop textures — while always staying true to their core identity. With every release, the band continues to push the boundaries of what alternative music can be, carving a distinct sound that’s deeply human and refreshingly original.