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Cliff
290
Rock
Cliff was released on October 5, 2018 by DesTours as a part of the album Stonedigger
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Release DateOctober 5, 2018
LabelDesTours
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
William Z Villain
William Z Villain
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Z Villain
William Z Villain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
William Z Villain
William Z Villain
Producer
Jean-Pierre Maillard
Jean-Pierre Maillard
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police
Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police
I stole a car and I drove off a cliff
'Cause I can't go on that much longer like this
And I took a spike and I made a harpoon
'Cause I get real anxious near hot air balloons
Ooh, Mr Villain, where is your brain?
You twisted sister, what is your name?
I guess I never thought a guy like me
Could just as quickly make a little money in the city
Making noises with my mouth, slapping shiny strings
Everyone's neglected to respectfully inform me
On the origins of this horrid C.G. song I heard this morning
So I count it out like, one!
And I'll wait a little longer buddy, wait a little longer, buddy
Ohh, one, two!
Wait a little longer, buddy, wait a little longer, buddy
Ohh, one, two, three!
But I stole a car and I drove off a cliff
'Cause I can't go on that much longer like this
And I took a spike and I made a harpoon
'Cause I get real anxious near hot air balloons
Ooh, Mr Villain, where is your brain?
You twisted sister, what is your name?
Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police
Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police
"Look alive," the lady cries
And swats a little fly that bites for the blood inside
But I can't explain my little chemical brain
It's either up or it's down, it's either busted or sane
See, I've been looking for a little place to call my own
A little space for the bass and the drums and the gong
But I'm running out of money and I really gotta know
If I can come on through your city and just play a couple shows
'Cause under the crust is an ugly little rust
That I found after years of scraping fingers through the dust
And I can see another layer, but I know that I can trust
That y'all will find another way to come and dance with us
Don't back down, give them all the double feature
'Cause any boy that looks your way is always ready for take but jealousy blackens them up into little creatures
And I've been scolded, people say folded, and totally lost religion
Since I seen the dead rabbit, limpin' cat, squished mouse, and the black and bloody broke-down pigeon
Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police
Swore you'd never call the police
(Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police)
What you ever gonna say that's gonna make the savage hate dissipate and pass like gasses?
Seems the situation calls for me to sing, maybe strum a couple simple tasty passes
When I was young, my number one was in the woods with the birds and the trees, just writing stories
Now, every day I hit the city with a mind that nothing in my life can ever be boring
Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police
Swore you'd never call the police
(Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police)
(Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police)
(Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police)
(Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police)
(Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police)
(Annalise, you swore you'd never call the police)
(Annalise, you swore you'd never call the poli...)
Written by: William Z Villain
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