Grown Up World
Unrequited Rock Track | Grown Up World by Axella Johannesson
Very honest and heartfelt. With pounding bass and drums, husky vocals, a subtle sense of humour and a intelligently weary understanding of the 'slings and arrow
Having begun her musical career as a teen in New York, AJ now resides in the south of Australia.
SoundClick artist Axella Johannesson presents "Grown Up World", an outstanding release in the Rock genre. The production choices feel intentional, giving the track a distinct character. With a tone that is unrequited, chicago blues and soul blues, Axella Johannesson's track connects on an emotional level. "Grown Up World" has peaked at #12 in the Rock General category on SoundClick. Axella Johannesson continues to build a Rock catalog on SoundClick, one of the longest-running platforms for independent artists. This track is available as free download.
Lyrics
Another phone call, you’ve got nothing to do
The world doesn’t do enough to entertain you
You’re sick of Game Boy and the chat room’s dead
You’re so damned bored you’re going out of your head
Can’t find any titties on cable TV
So you’re flirting outside with a girl of 14
You say that for you, I’m the only one
But I don’t want to raise your mother’s son
I want a man, not a boy
A man doesn’t play with little boys’ toys
Real men don’t go chasing teenage girls
In the grown-up world
Once you thought you met the love of your life
You imagined one day that you’d be man and wife
You had a lot in common and you sure had fun
But something about her didn’t please your mum.
So it’s a no-brainer why your folks have not met me
Your dad’s found a girl that he’d like you to meet
Still under Daddy’s thumb at 32,
And you’re still afraid to tell him that you got a tattoo.
I want a man, not a boy
A man doesn’t let mummy dictate his choice
A real man doesn’t let daddy pick his girl
In the grown up world
You screen your calls coz you don’t pay your bills
All your money’s been spent
Most of it goes right up your nose
till there’s nothing left for the rent
Well, your mom drops in, to see what you’re up to,
She fills your fridge and pantry, and leaves money for you
By the time she’s gone, your laundry’s all clean,
Her boy will never need to use a washing machine
Now your music’s up loud, the words cut like a knife
How women are all b*** es who just ruin your life
Well, when it comes to women you haven’t got a clue
And you’re long past the time where your charm could get you through
I need a man, not a boy
Not a boy, who listens to misogynistic heavy metal noise
I want a man, not a boy
Not a boy, who whines about doing anything I enjoy
I need a man, not a boy
So it’s time to look for someone else that you can annoy
I need a man who can love someone else
Besides himself
