FUNCTRY

In our Live performance
a unique originality is heard,
even with the cover songs,
by implementing a variety of Styles & Rhythms that include:
Rock, Folk-pop,Cool~grooves,
Belero,Bossanova,Mambo,Acid Jazz,
Samba,Funky-pop,Rhumba,Shuffle,
Latin fusion,Country,Tango,New Age & Ska.
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HERE I AM AGAIN
Spending time, writing rhyme and that which I've forgotten.
Lost the words, misunderstood. In a sea of fish gone rotten.
All that was the pleasure, and all that is the pain.
Still and all, it's always still the same.
{chorus}
Here I am again.
Like a Sailor on the sea.
I like to be alone, 'cause it's the only thing for free.
Went away, just for a day and came back to enchantment.
Worry me, with history. In search for my surrender.
Detached from what is easy, and I lose face to save my name.
Appears to be the fear is still the same.
{chorus}
Crossed the sea of history, trade one dream for another.
Which to choose, I'd rather lose the grandeur for the other.
All that was my sorrow, and all that is your pain.
Still and all, it's always still the same.
{chorus}
SHORT BUS
...For all of those who called me special. ...didn't really know, just what that means. I'd blow it off thinking they're jealous ...with their stupid jokes & acting mean. Folks that I met here said: "They'd help me" Snickering & laughing, 'hind my back. I wish that they could only realize. That I have feelings. I have tact, yeah...Hitchin' a ride. Hitchin' a ride on the Short Bus. Thinkin' it's the shortest way there. Hitchin' a ride on the Short Bus. Hopin' that it'll someday, get me there. In this cold, cruel world are people That think it's ok, to be a jerk. I wish someday, that they would notice That being nice is how it works. Some would be polite & call me different. Even tho they used a mocking tone. But I would play along just for their friendship. Even tho I'd end up all alone,yeah... Hitchin' a ride on the Short Bus. Hitchin' a ride 'til it gets me there. Hitchin' a ride on the Short Bus. Hopin' that someday it'll get me there. Time & again, it seemed peculiar. When I asked a question, they would stare. Never did I realize I was special. I just thought that others didn't care...yeah Hitchin' a ride on the Short Bus. Hitchin' a ride 'til it gets me there.
WRONG
We have built these rooms full of walls and windows.
Today’s world is constantly ever changing.
Operations and phone calls
click track rhythms for new songs,
today’s world is ever changing.
Cause we’ve been wrong before.
And we’ve opened up,
we’ve opened up the wrong doors.
Yes, we’ve been wrong, before...
We accommodate our wants,
scream above the din of our guitars,
talk to someone, in a demonstration.
We attract and we display,
as we repair and we portray,
our character, in a demonstration.
Cause we’ve been wrong before.
And we’ve opened up,
we’ve opened up the wrong doors.
Yes, we’ve been wrong, before...
In the face of our rejection,
we synthesize our lives,
when all we wanted was to be free.
Lost perspective to fast sounds,
as this changing world goes round,
we forget,
but we don’t want to be losing, no.
Cause we’ve been wrong before.
And we’ve opened up,
we’ve opened up the wrong doors.
Yes, we’ve been wrong, before...
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