twenty first century mood

a western slope colorado collaboration
sound production jones for sound rob jones
music and lyrics emily masson
vocals emily masson
melody guitars rob jones
rhythm guitars emily masson
bass levi brown
drums mike beck
musical muse and hummingbirds michele jones

This music attempts to reclaim my sense of being in my own mind and body as I walk down the path of getting older. I know better what’s better for me. I try to drive my own bus. Gift or obligation? Let’s try not to let fear dictate our decisions. Let’s think for ourselves. Let’s respect one anothers’ autonomy. We are “so lucky to have a little time”.

enjoy,

emily

the cards i’m dealt

what’s the deal with the fear
that’s spread amuck
trapped like animals
we feel stuck
telling us anything
selling our stuff
they got us thinking that we’re hosed
they got us thinking that we’re hosed

when we’re not that fucked

i don’t want to be another story
of faded, fallen glory
they don’t get to control me
they don’t get to score me
i don’t need scolding concern
that motive is not hard to discern
i don’t need ambiguous help
i’ll deal
i’ll deal
i’ll deal
with the cards i’m dealt

don’t subscribe to selective thought
it can be sold it can be bought
we’re fighting wars
that don’t need fought
they’re saying things that just are not

when we’re not that fucked

with the cards i’m dealt

don’t give me anything

don’t give me anything
you want back
don’t give me anything
that you lack
don’t give me anything
i got to keep clean
don’t give me anything
you want back

don’t tell me anything
you don’t know
don’t sell me anything
you don’t own
don’t tell me anything
just to get in between
don’t tell me anything
you don’t know

so we…..
can be
so we…..
can be

don’t see me in the way
when i fall
don’t see me in the way
when i’m small
don’t see me in the way
i feel today
don’t see me in the way

when i fall

so we…..
can be
so we…..
can be

hottie in your dreams

please tell me
i’m the prettiest cross eyed girl
you’ve ever seen
hate it if you think i’m ugly
when i’m mean
can you tolerate a piece and a part
a ride on your heart
you won’t agree
i’ll appreciate all our fate
if you let me be me

i can’t give you
the perfect body
but i can be thrilled
i can be naughty
if you close your eyes
you’ll be surprised
by what you can’t plainly see
i can be the hottie
in your dreams

please don’t tell
sometimes i swell
i smile like i just said cheese
hate if you think i’m ugly
when i scream
can you tolerate a piece and a part
a ride on your heart
you can’t believe
i’ll appreciate all our fate
if you never
ever leave

i can’t give you
the perfect body
but i can be thrilled
i can be naughty
if you close your eyes
you’ll be surprised
by what you can’t plainly see
i can be the hottie
in your dreams

twenty first century mood

smeared
scandalized
jeered
by petty high
gang
economy
feared
autonomy

i should be paid
don’t need a savior
i should be paid
for my every move
i should be paid
for my labor
my twenty first century mood

propogandize
game of lies
we’re spied
upon our eyes
i’m so tired
it’s so rude
the feeding
on the feud

i should be paid
don’t need a savior
i should be paid
for my every move
i should be paid
for my labor

my twenty first century mood

hate is weak

there are no sides
the earth is round
making noise
nothing sound
making money
left and right
choosing our battles
picking our fights

not a sign of strength
not a sign of strength
not a sign of strength

hate is weak

don’t intervene
don’t mean isolation
this is the aggressive nation
sucking the oil
eating the cake
unamerican soil
in the wake

not a sign of strength
not a sign of strength
not a sign of strength

hate is weak

but love is strong
we can get along
our love is strong
we can get along

there are no sides
the earth is round
making noise
nothing sound
making money
left and right
choosing our battles
picking our fights

not a sign of strength
not a sign of strength
not a sign of strength

hate is weak

lucky

i’m in favor
of reckless behavior
don’t want to be alive
if i’m already dead

turn my body loose
to all kinds of abuse
before memory
escapes my head

i want to slide down the home stretch
save me the wretched
decline and disgrace
don’t save me from the wreckage
save me from the race

so lucky
to have a little time
don’t wonder why
don’t want to lose my mind
but i still do
pursue
sunshine
so lucky
to have a little time

what the hell happened
to my face today
was that gonna happen
anyway
or is this price i pay
for the way
i spent my days

i know i don’t really
get to complain
i don’t feign innocent
or that i’m insane
i know i played my part
in tart disdain

so lucky
to have a little time
don’t wonder why
don’t want to lose my mind
but i still do
pursue
sunshine
so lucky
to have a little time

self indulgence
just leads to dread
either by physics
or visits to your head
and you lose your soul
as you dole
control away

don’t worry no more
don’t go through that door
you aint did nothing
no one did before
and when you want to run away
just stay awake

so lucky
to have a little time
don’t wonder why
don’t want to lose my mind
but i still do
pursue
sunshine
so lucky
to have a little time

time to get the hell out of telluride

he was a rockstar waiter
a midnight invader
he came by
pretending he loved me

i met his girlfriend later
i guess i’m the invader
who made her cry
i pretended he loved me

pelted by the answer
peppered with the truth
rock mudslide
time to hide
from mother’s angry tooth
he don’t really love me
that was winter’s lonely lie
time to get the hell
out of telluride

she was a bedroom feeder
a housing cheater
she came by
pretending to love me
she disappeared with peter
and when he didn’t need her
she cried she pretended she loved me

pelted by the answer
peppered with the truth
rock mudslide
time to hide
from mother’s angry tooth
he don’t really love me
that was winter’s lonely lie
time to get the hell
out of telluride

out of the box
equinox is calling
out of toxic
goldie locks is hauling

pelted by the answer
peppered with the truth
rock mudslide
time to hide
from mother’s angry tooth
he don’t really love me
that was winter’s lonely lie
time to get the hell
out of telluride….

time to get the hell
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