paranoic pop
Story behind the song
Not really any story behind the song...the lyrics bear no resemblance to any aspect of my life. I came up with the chorus first, and thought it was pretty catchy. The rest of it came pretty easy.
Lyrics
You never can tell what another day will bring
A moment of zen or just another shot
At the proverbial brass ring
It would be so nice to find some peace and hold it near
But this nagging voice keeps on ringing in my ear
It can only be, it can only be, it can only be
Someone at the front door, beating like a big bass drum
I don't know who they are, I don't know where they're coming from
And I don't know what they're going to say, but I know
It's going to be a bad news day
It's just my curse to be so easily found
I should have taken the hint when they told me
Don't keep hanging around
It seems only right that different ends should meet one day
But how can that ever happen if we refuse to find a way
It can only be, it can only be, it can only be
Someone at the front door, beating like a big bass drum
I don't know who they are, I don't know where they're coming from
And I don't know what they're going to say, but I know
It's going to be a bad news day
Maybe it's the things I didn't say
Maybe it's the bills I forgot to pay
Maybe it's all the books I've read
Or maybe just the voices in my head
It would be so nice to find some peace and hold it near
But this nagging voice keeps on ringing in my ear
It can only be, it can only be, it can only be
Someone at the front door, beating like a big bass drum
I don't know who they are, I don't know where they're coming from
And I don't know what they're going to say, but I know
It's going to be a bad news day
Someone at the front door, beating like a big bass drum
I don't know who they are, I don't know where they're coming from
Someone at the front door, beating like a big bass drum
(Stop pounding, stop pounding)
I don't know who they are, I don't know where they're coming from
(Stop pounding, please stop pounding)
Someone at the front door, beating like a big bass drum
(Stop pounding, stop pounding)
I don't know who they are, I don't know where they're coming from
(Stop pounding, please stop pounding)
Someone at the front door, beating like a big bass drum