Fun, upbeat tune driven by percussive acoustic guitar, shakers and tambourine that features rapid fire but melodic male and female vocals. Would work great for road trips scenes, redemption and moving on. Mixed Vocals, Indie Rock, Alt Rock
Track Summary Music Track Title: Millions of Terrible Moths Catalog ID: 406169 ISRC: US5UL1027858
Description: Fun, upbeat tune driven by percussive acoustic guitar, shakers and tambourine that features rapid fire but melodic male and female vocals. Would work great for road trips scenes, redemption and moving on.
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We’ll smoke crack with the princes Here at the end of the world It’s all a matter of hate and disgust, they’re gonna cook who’s left And get on with the feast and fly saucers to the sun As we chase after the universe But we’re always behind We crawled up from the mud We grew feet and got brave There were puddles of guts Where a million others laid down and died ‘Cause the heat was too great And the mosquitoes were too big And they were so filled with blood that they were popping and bursting all over the place So the ground was red It’s time to face yourself And try and deal with the stench Stained glass, flavor crystals And people with their bodies broken to bits There comes a time when there’s nothing left to build So you just shudder and smile Millions of terrible moths They came down from the sky And they cover my body, I can’t breath to escape They thud in my ears and crawl over my chest It’s hardly funny We live tiny lives We beg for money and sex A quick sweet shiver, and then you come back to yourself You’ll never be the same again ‘cause it’s slipped through your hands And you can only hope for something That will finally last We’ll plant trees with the killers As the sirens wail And the smoke drifts up And the highway shivers It’s the junk monster spitting It’s the witch at her cauldron It’s a dog with a conscience It’s a fish in the mud It’s the sound of God dying It’s a crisis of meaning Millions of terrible moths……
Extended Keywords: Wilco, The Flaming Lips, The Shins, dark humor, beatnik, drugs