Palmyra: "Happy Pills" | LIVE Studio Performance
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- čas přidán 6. 09. 2024
- "Happy Pills" written by Mānoa Lewis Bell, Theodore James Chipouras, Willis Macy Landon (Palmyra).
Mānoa Bell, bass; Teddy Chipouras, electric guitar; Sasha Landon, mandolin, guitar.
Recorded September 21, 2023 at The Studios Nashville during @americanafest
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Producers: Mānoa Lewis Bell, Theodore James Chipouras, Willis Macy Landon, Roger Brown, Beane, Liza Levy, Jennifer Roe
Recording Engineer: Brook Sutton
Mixing engineer: Will Tyson
Videographer: Joseph A. Spence
2nd Camera Operator: Adam Jones
Video editor: Adam Jones
LYRICS
I can't sit still, I think my happy pills are wearing off
I blame myself, I blame my doctor, didn't care enough
I love the holidays, I love to work but I need a few months off
I think you were on to something when you told me you don't think I'm man enough
We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it, honey
You don't want to end up like every other kid that grew up with their head in the gutter
We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it
Oh, call your mama on your way home from work
One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her
Tell her you love her
Tell her you love her
Tell her you love her
One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her
I signed a lease with a hunky-dory man of god
He's an evangelist, I lied about my faith and now I'm damned, aw hell
I love to people-please, I always tell 'em what you want to hear
And I work hard, I don't complain, I love my family and I'm almost here
We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it, honey
You don't want to end up like every other kid that grew up with their head in the gutter
We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it
Oh, call your mama on your way home from work
One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her
Tell her you love her
Tell her you love her
Tell her you love her
One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her
I won't forget crying on the interstate at one a.m.
I went to Philly, I drove into the city and I swear, I swear that I'm never going back again
I left my debit card, I left a fifty-eight, I left my stone-faced, stone-cold heart
Drove back to Roanoke, I hope my Pennsylvania blues start wearing off
We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it, honey
You don't want to end up like every other kid that grew up with their head in the gutter
We aren't dead yet but we're not far from it
Oh, call your mama on your way home from work
One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her
One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her
One day you'll wish that you could tell her you love her
😂 childhood of GODS