Over Everything

(альбом: Lotta Sea Lice - 2017)

When I'm all alone on my own by my lonesome
And there ain't a single 'nother soul around
I wanna dig into my guitar, bend a blues riff that hangs
Over everything

When I'm by myself and it's daytime cuz down-under
Or wherever it is I live when it's evening
You know I speed-read the morning news and come up with my own little song also
...too

When I step outside to a beautiful morning
Where the trees are all wagging, my hair-flag waving
The scenery raging, my life/love cascading, and the smog hangs
Over everything

When I'm outside in a real good mood
You could almost forget 'bout all the other things
Like a big old ominous cloud in my periphery

Don't wanna talk about it
Simultaneous I shout it

When I was young I liked to hear music blaring
And I wasn't caring to neuter my jams with earplugs
But these days I inhabitate a high-pitched ring over things
So these days I plug 'em up

When I'm struggling with my songs I do the same thing too
And then I crunch 'em up in headphones, cause why wouldn't you?
You could say I hear you on several levels at high decibels
Over everything

When I'm all alone on my own by myself
And there ain't another single one around
I wanna dig into my guitar, bend a blues riff that hangs
Over everything