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And How!
Rock
And How! was released on September 2, 2021 by Merricat as a part of the album Copacetic
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Release DateSeptember 2, 2021
LabelMerricat
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meteor Street
Meteor Street
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Bews
Alan Bews
Songwriter
Alison Belle
Alison Belle
Songwriter

Lyrics

We’re in the old boy’s club now fellas
Am I moving too fast?
Where there’s letters and leathers and tweed to tell us 
We’ve found our way at last
So I’ll take my place in an overstuffed chair
Over there, furthest from the door
Cozy up with a bottle of “Nevermore”
‘Til nothing exists but the now
And how!
Be still my heart, be still my bones
I’m deadly buried all alone
Mad, bad, and dangerous to know
That was our goal so long ago
And little lulls lead to distraction
We put on airs of satisfaction
Scream “Land ho!” on the sands and shores of death we’ve come to know
The sooner the better I would guess
The sooner the better
Just say yes
You see accounts of my moonlit encounters
They tend to exaggerate
With no fodder or fuel for my fireI find myself in dire straits
I feel like I’m floating just inside my skin
Skimming the edges I’m living within 
A gossamer curtain floats over my eyes
Layers on layers of tulle block the skies
Where the snakes and the rakes jubilate their day
Here I stand disagreeing with memory
And what is reality anyway,
If not what you think it to be?
And how!
Don’t be a stranger I declare
Tear out those locks of silver hair
Shatter the windows, you will see
The path you tread belongs to me
And with the view now unobstructed 
Into this annal you’re inducted
Soon you’ll be among the bees and other things of which you dreamed
Come along before this train jumps the tracks
The sooner the better
Don’t look back
You see it’s here I’ve erected my haven
Selected my troops and perfected my brazen
Approach and attack and I’ve decided that
This ground is as sacred as any so
Rip open your skin, let the sunshine in
Better to die than succumb to the wind
A flighty young thing, temperamental as time
One day you’re an angel, the next you’re a swine
Holding crystal to prove you won’t fade away
As if fractals hold any significance
But what is the point of love anyway
If not to pretend we’re not into this
And how!
And when the clocks declare you’re through
That brings the end of me and you
And when the gods come out to see
The fraying threads of you and me
They’ll shed a tear or two, not three
But we’ll not beg cause that’s beneath us
Split their finest gifts between us
Cause they’ve got nothing left to teach us
And how!
Written by: Alan Bews, Alison Belle
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