Something Else from 33 by August on Sunday

She’s not really from here
I’m starting to see clear
passing her by

She’s into Manhattan
but hates all the traffic
wasting her time

If my words came down like a hammer and nails
I hope you can hear that there’s something else

Planning the getaway
with nowhere else to stay
I’m losing my mind

She hails a taxi
I jump in the front seat
and stare at the signs

If my words came down like a hammer and nails
I hope you can hear that there’s something else
If you can’t make sense of the sound that you hear
I hope you can feel that there’s something else

Now it’s the holidays
such electricity
the shock and surprise

All these overreactions
are starting to spasm
we’re showing our cards

If my words came down like a hammer and nails
I hope you can hear that there’s something else
If you can’t make sense of the sound that you hear
I hope you can feel that there’s something else

Something else here.

• Hippie grunge
• Rock
• alternative rock
• blues
• love rock
• punk
• Brooklyn