When you wake up
Cobwebs on your eyelids
Stuck in rigor mortis, whoa
Just get going
Til you hit the ocean
And you turn Californian, whoa
You don't have to
Have the answers
Don't you worry
Don't you worry
It's gonna be alright
If you're on a sinking ship
The California kids
Will throw you a lifeline
And if you're up all night
Thinking about some thing you did
The California kids
Will show you the sunshine
In your bare feet
In mid-January
Swimming in the mystery, whoa
Second guessing
Almost everything
Don't you worry
Don't you worry
It's gonna be alright
If you're on a sinking ship
The California kids
Will throw you a lifeline
And if you're up all night
Thinking about some thing you did
The California kids
Will show you the starlight
All your old friends
Chilling back in Boston
You never forgot them, whoa
It's gonna be alright
If you're on a sinking ship
The California kids
Will throw you a lifeline
And if you're up all night
Thinking about some thing you did
The California kids
Will show you the sunshine
The California kids
Will show you the starlight
Weezer - Weezer (The White Album) Album Lyrics
Weezer - Weezer (The White Album) Lyrics
Writer: Daniel Wilson, Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, BMG Rights Management
Wind In Our Sail
A boy and a girl
Albatross around their necks
Hands burning from the rope
Ships stranded in the tropics
Acidification wiped out the tiger shark
Let's try to save their souls
And trust the man with the Torah
We got the wind in our sail
Like Darwin on the Beagle
Or Mendel experimenting with a pea
We got the wind in our sail
And we can do so many great things together, together
Breathe in the salt
Slicing waves at 40 knots
Cumulonimbus in the sky
This is what we've waited for
And now there's no more hyperventilating in wheelchairs
We're gonna save the last dog on Funk Island
We're had to do it wrong before we could do it right
We got the wind in our sail
Like Darwin on the Beagle
Or Mendel experimenting with a pea
We got the wind in our sail
And we can do so many great things together, together
Pushing the stone up the hill and if it rolls back down
Whoa, Sisyphus it rolls back down
Pushing the stone up the hill and if it rolls back down
Whoa, Sisyphus it rolls back down
We got the wind in our sail
Like Darwin on the Beagle
Or Mendel experimenting with a pea
We got the wind in our sail
And we can do so many great things together, together
Albatross around their necks
Hands burning from the rope
Ships stranded in the tropics
Acidification wiped out the tiger shark
Let's try to save their souls
And trust the man with the Torah
We got the wind in our sail
Like Darwin on the Beagle
Or Mendel experimenting with a pea
We got the wind in our sail
And we can do so many great things together, together
Breathe in the salt
Slicing waves at 40 knots
Cumulonimbus in the sky
This is what we've waited for
And now there's no more hyperventilating in wheelchairs
We're gonna save the last dog on Funk Island
We're had to do it wrong before we could do it right
We got the wind in our sail
Like Darwin on the Beagle
Or Mendel experimenting with a pea
We got the wind in our sail
And we can do so many great things together, together
Pushing the stone up the hill and if it rolls back down
Whoa, Sisyphus it rolls back down
Pushing the stone up the hill and if it rolls back down
Whoa, Sisyphus it rolls back down
We got the wind in our sail
Like Darwin on the Beagle
Or Mendel experimenting with a pea
We got the wind in our sail
And we can do so many great things together, together
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Thank God For Girls
The girl in the pastry shop with the net in her hair
Is making a cannoli for you to take on your hiking trip
In the woods with your bros that you've known since second grade
And you may encounter dragons or ruffians and be called upon
To employ your testosterone
In a battle for supremacy and access to females glued to the TV
And even if you are victorious you may receive many cuts, bruises, and scrapes
And you will require band aids and antiseptic ointments
And tender loving kisses on your stab wounds and when you come home
She will be there waiting for you with a fire in her eyes
And a big fat cannoli to shove in your mouth
And that's why you
Thank God for girls
Holla Jesu Christe
From Tennessee to LA
Thank God for girls
On your reckoning day
You better bow down and pray
She's so big
She's so strong
She's so energetic in her sweaty overalls
Thank God for girls
Thank God for girls
Thank God for girls
I'm so glad I got a girl to think of even though she isn't mine
I think about her all the day and all the night it's enough to know that she's alive
She says I give her sweaty palms she almost had a heart attack
The truth is that I'm just as scared I don't know how to act
I wish that I could get to know her better
But meeting up in real life would cause the illusion to shatter
I carved her name into all the trees
Sang a song down on one knee
Looking at the underwear page of the Sears catalog like when I was 14
I'm levitating like a magnet turned the wrong way around
I'm like an Indian Fakir tryna' meditate on a bed of nails with my pants pulled down
Thank God for girls
Holla Jesu Christe
From Tennessee to LA
Thank God for girls
On your reckoning day
You better bow down and pray
She's so big
She's so strong
She's so energetic in her sweaty overalls
Thank God for girls
Thank God for girls
Thank God for girls
God took a rib from Adam, ground it up in a centrifuge machine
Mixed it with cardamom and cloves, microwaved it on the popcorn setting
While Adam was like "that really hurts"
Going off into the tundra, so pissed at God
And he started lighting minor forest fires, stealing osprey eggs
Messing with the bees who were trying to pollinate the echinacea
Until God said, "Ima smite you with loneliness
And break your heart in two"
And Adam wept and wailed, tearing out his hair, falling on his knees
Looked to the sky and said
"Thank God"
Is making a cannoli for you to take on your hiking trip
In the woods with your bros that you've known since second grade
And you may encounter dragons or ruffians and be called upon
To employ your testosterone
In a battle for supremacy and access to females glued to the TV
And even if you are victorious you may receive many cuts, bruises, and scrapes
And you will require band aids and antiseptic ointments
And tender loving kisses on your stab wounds and when you come home
She will be there waiting for you with a fire in her eyes
And a big fat cannoli to shove in your mouth
And that's why you
Thank God for girls
Holla Jesu Christe
From Tennessee to LA
Thank God for girls
On your reckoning day
You better bow down and pray
She's so big
She's so strong
She's so energetic in her sweaty overalls
Thank God for girls
Thank God for girls
Thank God for girls
I'm so glad I got a girl to think of even though she isn't mine
I think about her all the day and all the night it's enough to know that she's alive
She says I give her sweaty palms she almost had a heart attack
The truth is that I'm just as scared I don't know how to act
I wish that I could get to know her better
But meeting up in real life would cause the illusion to shatter
I carved her name into all the trees
Sang a song down on one knee
Looking at the underwear page of the Sears catalog like when I was 14
I'm levitating like a magnet turned the wrong way around
I'm like an Indian Fakir tryna' meditate on a bed of nails with my pants pulled down
Thank God for girls
Holla Jesu Christe
From Tennessee to LA
Thank God for girls
On your reckoning day
You better bow down and pray
She's so big
She's so strong
She's so energetic in her sweaty overalls
Thank God for girls
Thank God for girls
Thank God for girls
God took a rib from Adam, ground it up in a centrifuge machine
Mixed it with cardamom and cloves, microwaved it on the popcorn setting
While Adam was like "that really hurts"
Going off into the tundra, so pissed at God
And he started lighting minor forest fires, stealing osprey eggs
Messing with the bees who were trying to pollinate the echinacea
Until God said, "Ima smite you with loneliness
And break your heart in two"
And Adam wept and wailed, tearing out his hair, falling on his knees
Looked to the sky and said
"Thank God"
Writer: Rivers Cuomo, Alex Goose, Craig Michael Balzer, Bruce Balzer, Bill Petti
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, Hipgnosis Songs Group
(Girl We Got A) Good Thing
Girl, we got a good thing
You know where this is heading (uh-huh)
Just a couple lovebirds
Happy to be singing (uh-huh)
Girl, we got a good thing
And I don't see this ending
Do you want to fly, do you want to flee?
Do you want to get away with me?
Do you want to face the great unknown?
Jingle, jingle
We're as happy as a couple Hare Krishnas
Dancing, twirling, playing on the tambourine
We'll crush the scene together
Marching onward
Oblivious to all the hate around us
We could self-publish a book of our philosophy
And hand it to the tourists
Girl, we got a good thing
You know where this is heading (uh-huh)
Just a couple lovebirds
Happy to be singing (uh-huh)
Girl, we got a good thing
And I don't see this ending
Do you want to fly, do you want to flee?
Do you want to get away with me?
Do you want to face the great unknown?
Puerto Rico
Would be perfect for a destination wedding
We'll drive into Ventura on the 101
It sounds like fun, to me
You scare me like an open window
Let's chalk it up to Stockholm syndrome
I want to crawl in, crawl into a hole
Girl, we got a good thing
You know where this is heading (uh-huh)
Just a couple lovebirds
Happy to be singing (uh-huh)
Girl, we got a good thing
And I don't see this ending
Do you want to fly, do you want to flee?
Do you want to get away with me?
Do you want to face the great unknown?
(Girl, we got a good thing)
(Girl, we got a good thing)
(Girl, we got a good thing)
You know where this is heading (uh-huh)
Just a couple lovebirds
Happy to be singing (uh-huh)
Girl, we got a good thing
And I don't see this ending
Do you want to fly, do you want to flee?
Do you want to get away with me?
Do you want to face the great unknown?
Jingle, jingle
We're as happy as a couple Hare Krishnas
Dancing, twirling, playing on the tambourine
We'll crush the scene together
Marching onward
Oblivious to all the hate around us
We could self-publish a book of our philosophy
And hand it to the tourists
Girl, we got a good thing
You know where this is heading (uh-huh)
Just a couple lovebirds
Happy to be singing (uh-huh)
Girl, we got a good thing
And I don't see this ending
Do you want to fly, do you want to flee?
Do you want to get away with me?
Do you want to face the great unknown?
Puerto Rico
Would be perfect for a destination wedding
We'll drive into Ventura on the 101
It sounds like fun, to me
You scare me like an open window
Let's chalk it up to Stockholm syndrome
I want to crawl in, crawl into a hole
Girl, we got a good thing
You know where this is heading (uh-huh)
Just a couple lovebirds
Happy to be singing (uh-huh)
Girl, we got a good thing
And I don't see this ending
Do you want to fly, do you want to flee?
Do you want to get away with me?
Do you want to face the great unknown?
(Girl, we got a good thing)
(Girl, we got a good thing)
(Girl, we got a good thing)
Writer: RIVERS CUOMO
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music
Do You Wanna Get High?
Crush up the blue
And inhale through your nose
Scrape every quark
From the wood in the floor
She said
Do you wanna get high?
Don't eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It's like we're falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach
And stop at any point
Now our bones start to ache
As we cramp on the pot
And we fall to the floor
With our face in a knot
She said
Do you wanna get high?
Don't eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It's like we're falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach
And stop at any point
Keep on doing what you do
'Cuz I'll never get tired of you
Don't need booze
'Cuz I'll never get tired of you
Stop the tape, kill the lights, close the drapes
And keep doing what you do
'Cuz I'll never get tired of you
She said
Do you wanna get high?
Don't eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It's like we're falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach
And stop at any point
And inhale through your nose
Scrape every quark
From the wood in the floor
She said
Do you wanna get high?
Don't eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It's like we're falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach
And stop at any point
Now our bones start to ache
As we cramp on the pot
And we fall to the floor
With our face in a knot
She said
Do you wanna get high?
Don't eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It's like we're falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach
And stop at any point
Keep on doing what you do
'Cuz I'll never get tired of you
Don't need booze
'Cuz I'll never get tired of you
Stop the tape, kill the lights, close the drapes
And keep doing what you do
'Cuz I'll never get tired of you
She said
Do you wanna get high?
Don't eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It's like we're falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach
And stop at any point
Writer: Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music
King Of The World
You walk by the magazines
Sitting on the rack at the CVS
One more sad movie star divorce
Three hundred died in an airplane wreck
And you think of all the people suffering
And you bury that pain
But you can tell me everything
And we'll ride on that wave
If I was king of the world
You'd be my girl
You wouldn't have to shed one single tear
Unless you wanted to
'Cause yeah I know what it's like
If I was king of the world
Yeah, girl
We could ride a Greyhound all the way to the Galapagos
And stay for the rest of our lives
Dad hit you on the hand
Just for holding your chopsticks wrong
Then your Mom locked you in a shed
And Uncle Sam dropped an atom bomb
But you're not alone
You can let it go
And just weep on my breast
And cover me with your tenderness
And that pain will pass
If I was king of the world
You'd be my girl
You wouldn't have to shed one single tear
Unless you wanted to
'Cause yeah I know what it's like
If I was king of the world
Yeah, girl
We could ride a Greyhound all the way to the Galapagos
And stay for the rest of our lives
We are the small fish
We swim together
No Prozac or Valium
We'll face tsunamis together
If I was king of the world
You'd be my girl
You wouldn't have to shed one single tear
Unless you wanted to
'Cause yeah I know what it's like
If I was king of the world
Yeah, girl
We could ride a greyhound all the way to the Galapagos
And stay for the rest of our lives
Sitting on the rack at the CVS
One more sad movie star divorce
Three hundred died in an airplane wreck
And you think of all the people suffering
And you bury that pain
But you can tell me everything
And we'll ride on that wave
If I was king of the world
You'd be my girl
You wouldn't have to shed one single tear
Unless you wanted to
'Cause yeah I know what it's like
If I was king of the world
Yeah, girl
We could ride a Greyhound all the way to the Galapagos
And stay for the rest of our lives
Dad hit you on the hand
Just for holding your chopsticks wrong
Then your Mom locked you in a shed
And Uncle Sam dropped an atom bomb
But you're not alone
You can let it go
And just weep on my breast
And cover me with your tenderness
And that pain will pass
If I was king of the world
You'd be my girl
You wouldn't have to shed one single tear
Unless you wanted to
'Cause yeah I know what it's like
If I was king of the world
Yeah, girl
We could ride a Greyhound all the way to the Galapagos
And stay for the rest of our lives
We are the small fish
We swim together
No Prozac or Valium
We'll face tsunamis together
If I was king of the world
You'd be my girl
You wouldn't have to shed one single tear
Unless you wanted to
'Cause yeah I know what it's like
If I was king of the world
Yeah, girl
We could ride a greyhound all the way to the Galapagos
And stay for the rest of our lives
Writer: Rivers Cuomo, Jarrad Kritzstein
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, BMG Rights Management, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, BMG Rights Management, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Summer Elaine And Drunk Dori
Oh, she left me there
She left me all alone
Oh, but I don't care
No, I don't mind at all
What really happened?
I got distracted
I suck at getting off the phone
Boy in the bubble, saying I love you
I should have written her a note
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
When I'm feelin' lonely, I don't wanna go (oh oh, oh oh)
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
Wish that they would show me, I can't let them go (oh oh, oh oh)
She swam away, and flexed her mermaid tail
She was out too deep, when lightning struck the bay
Good witch or bad witch, God is a woman
I wish I hadn't played the prude
She touched my ankle, Paranoid Android
I felt it in my molecules
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
When I'm feelin' lonely, I don't wanna go (oh oh, oh oh)
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
Wish that they would show me, I can't let them go (oh oh, oh oh)
Slender and tall
They whisked my worries away
Sweet piano melodies play
Feet crushing Sauvignon grapes
I hear them whispering, whispering, out at the pool
Remember when we were only sixteen
You made me believe in God
But when I finally wake
Both girls are gone
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
When I'm feelin' lonely, I don't wanna go (oh oh, oh oh)
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
Wish that they would show me, I can't let them go (oh oh, oh oh)
She left me all alone
Oh, but I don't care
No, I don't mind at all
What really happened?
I got distracted
I suck at getting off the phone
Boy in the bubble, saying I love you
I should have written her a note
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
When I'm feelin' lonely, I don't wanna go (oh oh, oh oh)
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
Wish that they would show me, I can't let them go (oh oh, oh oh)
She swam away, and flexed her mermaid tail
She was out too deep, when lightning struck the bay
Good witch or bad witch, God is a woman
I wish I hadn't played the prude
She touched my ankle, Paranoid Android
I felt it in my molecules
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
When I'm feelin' lonely, I don't wanna go (oh oh, oh oh)
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
Wish that they would show me, I can't let them go (oh oh, oh oh)
Slender and tall
They whisked my worries away
Sweet piano melodies play
Feet crushing Sauvignon grapes
I hear them whispering, whispering, out at the pool
Remember when we were only sixteen
You made me believe in God
But when I finally wake
Both girls are gone
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
When I'm feelin' lonely, I don't wanna go (oh oh, oh oh)
Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori
Wish that they would show me, I can't let them go (oh oh, oh oh)
Writer: RIVERS CUOMO
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music
L.A. Girlz
LA girls, please act your age
You treat me like I have the plague
It's the Gyre and Gimble in the wabe
LA girls, please act your age
Sweeten up your lemonade
And meet me down at tower twenty-eight
I think I'm in whiplash
I'm losing it mixing ammonia and bleach
I get off at Pico and sell my possessions
So you will know just how I feel
I love your long hair
But you just don't care
So please help me fathom this
World without music
And by the way, when can we talk?
LA girls, please act your age
You treat me like I have the plague
It's the Gyre and Gimble in the wabe
LA girls, please act your age
Sweeten up your lemonade
And meet me down at tower twenty-eight
So would you mind if I was pregnant?
I'll sleep on the edge of your bed
Like Dante and Beatrice
We'll light up our candles
But how is this going to end?
The kids are asleep
We're haunting their dreams
And some women swear it's more painful than labor
To die with your sins on your head
Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you, baby?
Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you, baby?
Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you, baby?
Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you, baby?
LA girls, please act your age
You treat me like I have the plague
It's the Gyre and Gimble in the wabe
LA girls, please act your age
Sweeten up your lemonade
And meet me down at tower twenty-eight
You treat me like I have the plague
It's the Gyre and Gimble in the wabe
LA girls, please act your age
Sweeten up your lemonade
And meet me down at tower twenty-eight
I think I'm in whiplash
I'm losing it mixing ammonia and bleach
I get off at Pico and sell my possessions
So you will know just how I feel
I love your long hair
But you just don't care
So please help me fathom this
World without music
And by the way, when can we talk?
LA girls, please act your age
You treat me like I have the plague
It's the Gyre and Gimble in the wabe
LA girls, please act your age
Sweeten up your lemonade
And meet me down at tower twenty-eight
So would you mind if I was pregnant?
I'll sleep on the edge of your bed
Like Dante and Beatrice
We'll light up our candles
But how is this going to end?
The kids are asleep
We're haunting their dreams
And some women swear it's more painful than labor
To die with your sins on your head
Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you, baby?
Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you, baby?
Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you, baby?
Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you, baby?
LA girls, please act your age
You treat me like I have the plague
It's the Gyre and Gimble in the wabe
LA girls, please act your age
Sweeten up your lemonade
And meet me down at tower twenty-eight
Writer: Brian Lane Bell, Luther Russell, Rivers Cuomo
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, E O Smith Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, E O Smith Music
Jacked Up
If I stay the night
Will we fall in love?
If I stroke your hair
It's gonna hurt so much
Stranded in the Kalahari
Will you share your flask?
If I stay the night
Will we fall in love?
I'm all jacked up
Over you
I'd bury diamonds
Just for you
Oh, why, why, why do my flowers always die?
Why do they die?
I'm all jacked up
Over you
I see you standing there
Without a shred of clothes
And I can break away
From the vein of gold
Come you beautiful alien
Touch me with your light
But if I stay the night
Will we fall in love?
I'm all jacked up
Over you
I'd bury diamonds
Just for you
Oh, why, why, why do my flowers always die?
Why do they die?
I'm all jacked up
Over you
You're the sun that I'm orbiting
I burn in your heat
Supernova and cosmic dust
You spawn galaxies
We'll sleep together
Sleep together
Sleep forever
Sleep together
Sleep forever minus one
Say those forbidden words to me, evil girl
I'm all jacked up
Over you
I'd bury diamonds
Just for you
Oh, why, why, why do my flowers always die?
Why do they die?
I'm all jacked up
Over you
Will we fall in love?
If I stroke your hair
It's gonna hurt so much
Stranded in the Kalahari
Will you share your flask?
If I stay the night
Will we fall in love?
I'm all jacked up
Over you
I'd bury diamonds
Just for you
Oh, why, why, why do my flowers always die?
Why do they die?
I'm all jacked up
Over you
I see you standing there
Without a shred of clothes
And I can break away
From the vein of gold
Come you beautiful alien
Touch me with your light
But if I stay the night
Will we fall in love?
I'm all jacked up
Over you
I'd bury diamonds
Just for you
Oh, why, why, why do my flowers always die?
Why do they die?
I'm all jacked up
Over you
You're the sun that I'm orbiting
I burn in your heat
Supernova and cosmic dust
You spawn galaxies
We'll sleep together
Sleep together
Sleep forever
Sleep together
Sleep forever minus one
Say those forbidden words to me, evil girl
I'm all jacked up
Over you
I'd bury diamonds
Just for you
Oh, why, why, why do my flowers always die?
Why do they die?
I'm all jacked up
Over you
Writer: Rivers Cuomo, Hugh James, James Pescod, Jonathan Charles Coffer
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © E O Smith Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Endless Bummer
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
I just want this summer to end
What's the point of trying to pretend?
She told me to follow the rules
Not all nineteen year olds are cool
I'm all alone at night
Dreamin' about my life
She was too fast for me
I count my steps because I'm OCD
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
No life from Paloma to Rose
Sometimes I feel like I'm a ghost
Changing into street clothes in a tent
I just want this summer to end (summer to end)
My heart is so landlocked
Nothing but tourist shops
It's just like a curse, you see
This bummed out feeling that she's over me
She's over me
I put my jacket over my head
I'm trying not to stare at her chest
I can't even dance in the dark
'Cause my headphones are still on the seat of her car
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Kumbaya makes me get violent
I just want this summer to end
Whoa
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
I just want this summer to end
What's the point of trying to pretend?
She told me to follow the rules
Not all nineteen year olds are cool
I'm all alone at night
Dreamin' about my life
She was too fast for me
I count my steps because I'm OCD
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
No life from Paloma to Rose
Sometimes I feel like I'm a ghost
Changing into street clothes in a tent
I just want this summer to end (summer to end)
My heart is so landlocked
Nothing but tourist shops
It's just like a curse, you see
This bummed out feeling that she's over me
She's over me
I put my jacket over my head
I'm trying not to stare at her chest
I can't even dance in the dark
'Cause my headphones are still on the seat of her car
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Kumbaya makes me get violent
I just want this summer to end
Whoa
Writer: LUTHER RUSSELL, BRIAN LANE BELL, RIVERS CUOMO
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, E O Smith Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, E O Smith Music
Weezer (also known as the White Album) is the tenth studio album by the American rock band Weezer, released on April 1, 2016. The album marks their first produced by Jake Sinclair. It is the first release through Crush Music and was distributed by Atlantic Records.
For the album, the band's frontman Rivers Cuomo explored new songwriting techniques, such as using a cut-up technique, and adding potential lyrics to a spreadsheet and including them on songs, such as "Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori" and "L.A. Girlz", based on their syllable count and word stress. The album explores themes of gender dynamics, modern dating experiences and references to religious iconography. Musically, the album serves as a throwback to the band's first two albums, Weezer (1994) and Pinkerton (1996), while also serving as a tribute to the Beach Boys.
Weezer continued the critical success of the band's previous release, Everything Will Be Alright in the End, while commercially improving on the previous release, reaching number four on the US Billboard 200 with 49,000 copies sold in its first week. The album produced three singles: "Thank God for Girls", "Do You Wanna Get High?" and "King of the World". Weezer received a Grammy Award nomination for Best Rock Album at the 59th Annual Grammy Awards.
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WeezerFor the album, the band's frontman Rivers Cuomo explored new songwriting techniques, such as using a cut-up technique, and adding potential lyrics to a spreadsheet and including them on songs, such as "Summer Elaine and Drunk Dori" and "L.A. Girlz", based on their syllable count and word stress. The album explores themes of gender dynamics, modern dating experiences and references to religious iconography. Musically, the album serves as a throwback to the band's first two albums, Weezer (1994) and Pinkerton (1996), while also serving as a tribute to the Beach Boys.
Weezer continued the critical success of the band's previous release, Everything Will Be Alright in the End, while commercially improving on the previous release, reaching number four on the US Billboard 200 with 49,000 copies sold in its first week. The album produced three singles: "Thank God for Girls", "Do You Wanna Get High?" and "King of the World". Weezer received a Grammy Award nomination for Best Rock Album at the 59th Annual Grammy Awards.
Genre(s): Pop-punk, power pop, alternative rock, pop rock
Producer(s): Jake Sinclair
Length: 34:05
Released: April 1st, 2016
Year: 2016