planet kev

I wanna show you that anything is possible
I wanna show you that your wildest dreams can come true
And I swear someday I’m gonna figure out how to do just that
But until then, I guess trying is all I can do
Maybe I’m wrong thinking you want something better
Maybe I’m wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night
Maybe I’m wrong about every little thing I’m talking about
Maybe I’m wrong, but just maybe, maybe I’m right
No, it’s none of my business but I think I can make you happy
But it really doesn’t matter if it’s me or it’s someone else
All that I know is that I think you’re kinda special
And one way or another gonna see that I can treat you well
Maybe I’m wrong thinking you want something better
Maybe I’m wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night
Maybe I’m wrong about every little thing I’m talking about
Maybe I’m wrong, but just maybe, maybe I’m right
You seem to think that Lady Luck just doesn’t like you
Well, I’ve been trying to believe that the Lady just ain’t that dumb
Oh, just give her time to get here
And I’m sure that when she gets here
She’ll be really glad to be here when she comes.
Maybe I’m wrong thinking you want something better
Maybe I’m wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night
Maybe I’m wrong about every little thing I’m talking about
Maybe I’m wrong, but just maybe, maybe I’m right
Maybe I’m wrong thinking you want something better
Maybe I’m wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night
Maybe I’m wrong about every little thing I’m talking about
Maybe I’m wrong, but just maybe, maybe I’m right

[Blues Traveller]

I just stumbled across this sad story about Jeff McCourt from Chicago Magazine.

I got two pale hands up against the window pane
I’m shaking with the heat of my need again
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There’s nothing I can do to revert the gain
I’m looking down to the street below
There’s nothing in the way they move to show
They too, know what I know
They too hunger for the beast below
Listening to the radio I feel so out of place
There’s a certain something missing that the treble can’t erase
I know you can tell just by looking at my face
A word about my weakness

I’m totally addicted to bass
Wow woah ho
Totally addicted to bass
Wow woah ho

(Wow woah ho)

There’s nothing I can do to be cool
I don’t sleep ’til I’ve had my fuel
It frustrates if I am deprived
A hunger that grates from deep inside
I feel like I’m doing time
Imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime
In my mind I must overcome the need to define
The solitary silence of a faceless crime

Standing by the stereo I’m feeling so alone
My back against a speaker and I’m moving on my own
Surrounded by so many and they’re staring at my face
They’re picking up my problem

I’m totally addicted to bass
Wow woah ho
Totally addicted to bass
Wow woah ho

Your bassline is shooting up my spine
Wow woah ho
Your bassline has got me feeling fine
It’s filling up my mind

Sunrise at my window, I look down on the street
People I see everywhere are tapping their feet
Suddenly I realise in a look that I was wrong
Everybody’s groovin’ to their own song
Down at the scene below
There’s something in the way they move to show
They too, know what I know
They too hunger for the beast below

Rhythm’s running over me to wash away my fears
The backbeat of humanity it sweetens my tears
There’s something that’s connected us down throughout the years
No need to feel so lonely, everyone’s addicted to bass
Wow woah ho
Everyone’s addicted to bass
Wow woah ho

Your bassline is shooting up my spine
Your bassline
Your bassline has got me feeling fine
It’s filling up my mind
Your bassline is shooting up my spine
Your bassline
Your bassline has got me feeling fine
It’s filling up my mind…

[Puretone]

Chad, you’re not the only one