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What the F*** Do We Call This Song?
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A song about writer's block.
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Punk Pathetique from Western Pennsylvania.
Sam Sinister was born a hairy, pasty neurotic with obsessive compulsive disorder and two belly buttons. He had very few friends, until one day he learned how to drive an automobile and started giving rides to other truants whenever he'd skip school. Also, he started smoking pot. He stopped brushing his teeth and showering, and went through a string of failed romances. Then he traded in his marijuana habit for alcohol. Luckily, that's all behind him (except for the booze). He discovered he could form bands a little late in life, so he made several clones of himself and taught them how to play instruments. Then he wrote a bunch of stupid songs and got writer's block. Every so often, a new song will surface, so keep checking back for the genius that is Sam Sinister and the Plastic Sinister Band.
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Genre
Rock Punk
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#7,144 today Peak #259
#511 in subgenre Peak #10
Author
Sam Sinister
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Sam SinisterAttribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike.
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April 22, 2012
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MP3 2.9 MB 160 kbps 2:35
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Verse 1: It's time to sh** Or get off the proverbial pot Unfit My stomach's in a knot So here I sit Alone and broken hearted Paid a dime and all this time I haven't even gotten started Chorus: So where do we go from here? Something must be wrong It's the end of my career I thought that I was strong Maybe it's too much beer Been racking my brain all night long What do we have to fear? What the f*** do we call this song? Verse 2: Been tied down to this chair It's mental constipation It's more than I can bear Can't find no inspiration Don't try to help me out You'll just break my concentration And all the expectations, they just add to my frustration (Chorus) Bridge: Well maybe it's a problem with my brain I can't articulate the words I wanna say Perhaps I've said all there is to be said Maybe mommy dropped me on my head
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