Original: The Blonde Bomber, Little Red Walters

I broke your heart
I’m so ashamed
Darling, I’m sorry
I am to blame

You gave your love to me
And shared the pain
The tears on your pillow tells me
I am to blame

My heart is yours
To eternity
So don’t take yours
Away from me

I love you so
I’m going insane
It’s my own fault, darling
I am to blame

I am to blame

I Am To Blame

[Phone Call]
…Hey. What’s up?
…I’m just headed home from work so I’d thought I call ya. Whatcha doing?
…Not much. Watching movies.
…What are you watching?
…Nothing specific. Just random stuff is all.
…I do love Star Wars. Are you into Star Wars or are you more the Lord of the Rings guy?
…What’s that even supposed to mean?

When she called me my heart was going wild - all those forbidden thoughts in my head (ow, whatcha thinking?)

But now the phone’s dead and no more secret calls - and I wonder where this went wrong (wasn’t meant to be, babe)

Everybody’s got their minute, none of them will ever get, now we’re starting to regret it - and we’re going down (oh! what a shame!)

I guess we just have to admit it, we both had a first class, none of us dared jumping on it - now we’re going down

(Will this story be continued?)

I guess that now we have to find our own way
Walking the tightrope
I guess that now we have to find our own way
Walking the tightrope
Without a net to catch the one who’s falling

[Guy tries to call]
…Hey babe. Tried to call you. Nothing urgent. Call me back if you like.
…Hi there. What’s up? Didn’t reach you. Call me back.
…Heyyy…

Nights full of silence; there’s no one to talk to - jeez, I’m really getting lonely right now (I hope he stops calling…)

I had a meltdown; jealousy just drives me crazy - she must be with another guy (get over it, babe)

Everybody’s got their minute, none of them will ever get, now we’re starting to regret it - and we’re going down (oh! what a shame!)

I guess we just have to admit it, we both had a first class, none of us dared jumping on it - now we’re going down

(Will this story be continued?)

I guess that now we have to find our own way
Walking the tightrope
I guess that now we have to find our own way
Walking the tightrope
Without a net to catch the one who’s falling

Lounge Act

Through all the distance
You were always near
And now I ‘m missing
The time you were here

It was just a feeling
It was just a thought
Just an algorithm
That connected the dots
That called the shots

So I‘ll try my best, I‘ll carry on, I will pretend
But it is pretty clear that everything was bound to end
We‘ll never be friends

From a distant planet
You were shot in my brain
Now all is different
Was I just insane?

Was it all just hormones
Just biology
A magic trick
No mystery
Happens everyday
Happens every week
In every city
In every street

So I‘ll try my best, I‘ll carry on, I will pretend
But it is pretty clear that everything was bound to end
We‘ll never be friends

It's (Not) Rocket Science

Just another night in a foreign town
Got no plans at all but you know I’m down
Who’s that girl with the hazel eyes
I don’t know her yet but I dig her style

Got some cigarettes in my fanny pack
Come on over here for a little shack
And six cans of beer in my hotel room fridge
Gonna need some love just a lil smidge

And people could tell there’s sparks on the dance floor
And they could see that we wanted more (yeah)
People could tell there’s sparks on the dance floor
And they could see that we wanted more

There was that other guy - he didn’t get the vibe
He was funny though - we let him join in stride
The elevator got to the second floor
You got out and I faced a closed door

We met again right on the next day
And I dared to ask whether you would stay
The dude at the bar seemed to be a tad worried
And he asked straight away “how long have you guys been married?”

People could tell there were sparks on the dance floor
And they could see that we wanted more (yeah)
People could tell there’s sparks on the dance floor
And they could see that we wanted more

Chicago

Between the constant stream of thoughts there lies a spot
We all once knew about it but everyone forgot
It tells you more about things than you could ever grasp
No questions will remain and there’s no one to ask

And you try so hard to set your mind straight

But there’s no need
You already knew it all
Just let go
And feel how tiny and small you are

No time, no meaning, no thoughts, and no doubts
Nothing to discover, nothing here to scout
It’s pointless and in vain and therefore beautiful
Absolutely nothing to discover - forever juvenile

You try so hard to set your mind straight

But there’s no need
You already knew it all
Just let go
And feel how tiny and small you are

Smack Dab In The Middle

Had a coffee for breakfast
Which means I managed to get up
The day just raves around me
I wish I could hit stop

There’s a stone in my stomach
I think that I will choke
Every day it’s gettin’ bigger
There’s no way I’m gonna cope

Take the acid out my pocket
And tell the world goodbye
I am zooming out again
High on my own supply

This was bound to happen
It’s a recurring theme
Missed the first part of the day again
In a peaceful dream

My colleagues are all long at work
And I have more than urgent mail
There’s now way I’m gonna do this
I am forced to fail

Take the tenner out my pocket
And I do a line
Now I can do everything
Now I’m doing fine

Hit the sweet spot
Make my mind stop
Feelings will drop
Yeah, yeah

Tonight is the big party
And I don’t really wanna go
But FOMO keeps on rising
So I’m meeting with my bros

40 oz just for starters
But I’m not feeling it
Just standing in the corner
Like a piece of shit

Take the hip flask out my pocket
I’m gonna tie one on
I just want get wasted
Party all night long

Hit the sweet spot
Make my mind stop
Feelings will drop
Yeah, yeah

Life’s so easy when your dizzy
Numb and amped up
Never gonna stop
Pedal to the metal
Give it all you got
Give your best shot
Really think that I could use a break
Where’s the exit?
Same shit every day!

So Sublime

One of these day’s where you just don’t wanna get out of bed
One of these days where I wanna shoot myself in the head
Figuratively and a bit actually 
Oh the horrors of life, oh the tragedy
Are all tumbling down on me

One of these days where you don’t expect any glimpse of joy
One of these days where I just feel like a little boy
Terrified by this world
Alone and hurt
Oh the horrors of life, oh the tragedy
Are all crashing on me

The love of my life doesn’t show any interest if I live or die
The ones who pass by are all just rebounds to kill some time
The love of my life has left me high and dry

One of these day’s where you boot the grime of the world in the crotch
One of these days where I just sit back, relax, and watch 
Figuratively and more actually 
Oh the incredible joy, oh the comedy
Are lie in front of me

Happy Friday

I met a girl in Paris, she obviously was French
I met a girl in Iowa, she grew up on a ranch
But the only girl I care about is living in LA
I love her face, her teeth are white, and her hair is ebony

She grew up on her ice skates, yeah she was born in Calgary
I got to see her every night, wherever she may be

I came to the party and all the girls were going wild
I came to the party and had to fear for my life
The room is full of chicas, she’s the only one I see
Her eyes are brown, her teeth are white, and her hair is ebony

She grew up on her ice skates, yeah she was born in Calgary
I got to see her every night, wherever she may be

And she rides her snowboard like other people walk
I love the sound of her voice when she starts to talk

She grew up on her ice skates, yeah she was born in Calgary
I got to see her every night, wherever she may be

She grew up on her ice skates, yeah she was born in Calgary
I got to see her every night, wherever she may be

It's (Not) Rocket Science

A Project Called Love