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Dancing the Foxtrot with the Kings of the Sea

by Mercy Beach

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Tina I had to buy this one too because my 10 year old loves My Pet Monster and always asks me to play the video on YouTube. Now we can listen to it anytime and I can enjoy my other favorite songs on it. Mercy Beach Rocks! Favorite track: My Pet Monster.
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Face your fears. Face them straight head on into the great beyond and we’ll smash them into submission. Don’t let “nothing” chase your dreams away, once they start running there is nothing on Earth that will catch ‘em. And don’t you think someday you’re bound to get something right? Your chances will be much higher if you keep trying and trying, trying and trying, trying and trying, trying and trying, trying and trying…you’re bound to get something right. You’re bound to get something right. Who would you choose to be our greatest son, our golden champion and to lift us from this depression? I’d say no one but if there is such a man I’d gladly shake his hand and say thank you, but no thank you. ‘Cause don’t you think someday we’re bound to get something right? Our chances will be much higher if we keep trying and trying, trying and trying, trying and trying, trying and trying, trying and trying…we’re bound to get something right. We’re bound to get something right. No, you’re not alone. Whoever told you so was speaking in tongues and was jealous. No, we’re not on our own. We’re all riding together to the silver shores of heaven.
2.
I think you’ve said too much. If you didn’t couldn’t, wouldn’t would you tell me to stop? I think you boast enough. If you didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t would you still say stop? Hey, let’s hope your cloud doesn’t pop. You’re so high on yourself you won’t survive the drop. You don’t want this ride to stop. It’s a merry-go-round on my dime and your times about up. Tell me what would you sell me if I was just a little bit dumber and you were just a little bit smarter? Something, you want something for nothing and you’re working so hard at bringing me down, breaking my bones, bringing me…tell me; what would you sell me? Tell me what would you sell me? Rise and shine, it’s a brand new day for you to live my life. And I apologize to the next unlucky soul who thinks he has found some prize.
3.
It’s time for bed and my ma says to put my toys away: Teddy Ruxpin, Voltron, The Masters of the Universe, and sadly My Pet Monster.Now mama says I can’t sleep with him no more; cause he’s got some real bad habits. Off to sleep and in my dreams I see the Thunderdome and Auntie Entity. And all my toys stand over the body of Master Blaster, but the games they must go on. And on, and on, and on. My Pet Monster, he leads the pack, he tosses Voltron right over his back, tearing Lion-O limb from limb. He-Man and Man-at-Arms, they try a tag team they don’t get too far. And G.I. Joe met a real sad end. And from over the crowd I hear one voice shout. He says, he says, he says “all I need is a fifth of Jack and some Kodiak”. My Pet Monster is drunk again. Teddy Ruxpin is the last to stand; he’s a real smooth mother, an educational cat. He throws a tape in his back and he mumbles some mumbo-jumbo that stirs me half awake. My mom busts in the room, says “get the hell out of bed cause there’s a monster in the house and Teddy Ruxpin is dead”. I say “ma, don’t worry, I’ve got him under control”. I reach under my bed and I pull out a bottle, and I take a real big swig. And I hand it to My Pet Monster with a common understanding that all we’ll ever need is a fifth of Jack and some Kodiak. We’re lit. All I need is a fifth of Jack and some Kodiak”. My Pet Monster is drunk again. Take that bottle, pass it to me we’re going to suck it dry, we’re going to make it bleed. Clean it from inside out me and My Pet Monster.
4.
Hey! Hey! Get up and dance. Shake yo pants. Get up and dance to take a chance. Tell me we’re all right. Don’t sell me any lines. I’m not buying anymore, I want to believe you. Tell me we’re all right. Don’t sell me any lines. I’m not buying anymore. I want to believe you. I want to believe in you. I want to believe in you, you. So get up and dance. Take a chance. Get up and dance take a stance, chance a stab at true romance. Get up and dance, clap yo hands. Wave ‘em while you shake yo pants. Get up and dance, necromance. Necromance? No, make romance. And while we’re at it sleight of hand has never been a substitute for truth. Get up and dance! I want to believe in you and you in me.
5.
How’d the baby get outside? Did you leave her out all night? You don’t recall taking that drive but the car is long gone. You don’t recall your suicide, well you shouldn’t ‘cause you’re still alive. Take two of these and get back with me and you should feel just fine. I could sleep all day. But you…you don’t know you’re not really awake. I see you heaving in your dreams and fighting ghosts you’ll never beat. A load of questions fills my mind but I’m laughing at the lines you draw in circles over your head; a well thought out battle plan. That’s what I guess might be going on but your brain is so long gone. I could sleep all day. But you…you don’t know you’re not really awake. A restless night of tense unease you would have never known. A naked run toward the Northern Shore brought a great idea to mind. When grizzly bear caught unawares by your gumped up grizzled scene. When I try to tell you how it all went down you never seem to believe. You greet me with smiles and a mile of denial without pause to hesitate. You greet me with smiles and a mile of denial; I’ve got the whole damn thing on tape. I could sleep all day. But you…you don’t know you’re not really awake.

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The title comes from a line in a song we have called The Kathy about being thrown over board from a fishing ship. The album itself however isn't so grizzly but contains dark, tongue-in-cheek humor set against hopeful melodies and harmonies. The lyrics are meant to be visual more than meaningful, but personal interpretations are openly welcomed. This disc was recorded and mixed at Fire Hyena studios in Saginaw, MI.

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released April 29, 2012

Mike Roland - lyrics, vocals, guitar
Roy Miller - drums
Jeff Lawrence - bass, vocals

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Mercy Beach Flint, Michigan

Mercy Beach is making its mark as one of the more versatile contemporary alt-rock acts in the business. Taking cues from groups such as Queens of the Stone Age, Nirvana, and The Pixies they are weaving their own spin on indie rock into the fabric of rock and roll's vast tapestry. ... more

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