Big Clouds

A crafted disaster on the verge of a break out
We’re The Dean Project an’ we’re about to put come cake out
So, lovingly lick your lips in anticipation
An’ stay tuned to every music publication and station if you’re smart
Cuz we’re working endlessly to put out a deadly kinda art
We do this for the craft and for the people who paved the way
We’ll pay our dues an’ play the game to be in that place one day
Big Clouds
Big Clouds
Big Clouds
This time, we’re not fuckin’ jokin’ around, people.

Annoying Little Man

There’s this left legged bud I know who keeps taggin’ and draggin’ along
A shovel always in his hand
He always waits around too long
Famous for his lack of finesse – Imposing all the time
His ideas suck an’ his jokes ain’t funny – He ain’t no pal o’ mine
Ya better go away
Yes, go away
It’s funny cuz he knows it’s true
He’ll admit it to ya once
He don’t care that you don’t care
You’ll see him forty times a month
Ya better go away

Hardly askin’ for his time – my body language is clear
Don’t go cryin’ to yer mama, go grow another ear
He’s like a villain in comic books
A sook without any milk
Laughing before the punch line
Strenuously sewing silk
Ya better go away
Yes, go away

Watch out for a sale
It’ll only last half an’ hour
Save as much money as you can
‘Tis the season to be sour
Go away
Yes, I’m annoyed
Mama, I’m annoyed

Go away – I’m annoyed
Ya better go away!

Yeah, I Can See Where You’re Comin’ From

You can’t sweep me under the rug
I’m not a crumb from your cracker
Even if you tried
You couldn’t make this coffee blacker
I’ll try not to mention how much it hurt
I can see where you’re comin’ from
You’re the mop – I’m the dirt

Now, go bravely into studies
With your dust pan in hand
I’ll just be on stage
Performing with my band
I won’t be standing anywhere
Waving any flags
I’ll be off in the distance in an instant
Adorned in plastic bags, rags, mags gagged

Shoe laces, duct tape
Magnetic tennis balls
Are now the clothes that I wear
Cuz I can’t stand to crawl
Well, chew me up and spit me out
Baby, lock me in a stall
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m bouncin’ off the walls

So, please refrain from lying to me
An’ sayin’ that you care
It’s minus thirty-five out there
An’ I’m at your door in my underwear
With goosebumps you’re changing
From an apple to a pear
Yeah, I can see where you’re comin’ from
You’re a bi-polar bear

Oh, how often do you confuse conversations with pipe bombs
Actually, it’s not contracted that a hero has to right wrongs
Reality, I know, can feel just like a cartoon
I’m a stoned raccoon sittin’ under the moon

Well, who accepts a rain-check on compassion and attraction
Some sorry stiff soul standin’ somewhere distracted
You can try to recover, lover
Save it for you blog
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m the prince you’re the frog
You can try to recover, lover
Save it for you blog
Can you see where I’m comin’ from
I’m the prince you’re the frog

All Day

I’m bitchin’ in this kitchen
Choppin’ onions and mushrooms
A casserole of magnitude in this classroom
I’ll put on a suit and I’ll teach ya a lesson
When It comes to cookin’ cookies better leave out the aggression
I came up with this recipe it’s a perfect kind of mixture
It’ll have you laughing and hanging from the light ceiling fixture
It’s a variation of some very Asian cuisine
You won’t find it anywhere. In any shop or magazine

Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day

I’ve been sittin’ here, I’ve been sitting here
I’ve been sittin’ here all day
I’ve been sittin’ here all day

I’m addicted to diction; pronouncing words with ease
You’ll be rollin’ in the aisle and your vernacular will freeze
We’ll chill some cold ones as we defrost tomorrows dinner
You’ll be full, completely satisfied without lifting a finger
I’d take care of you, you know what I will
A ferry ride to enlightenment without even taking a pill
They don”t believe me it’s true out on the east coast
That you’re my sweetest kind of coffee
My monday morning mild roast
Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day

I’ve been sittin’ here, I’ve been sitting here
I’ve been sittin’ here all day
I’ve been sittin’ here all day

How long do you expect me to wait for you?
Aw baby, baby, baby
I’m not that kind of dude

Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day

Don’t panic at this picnic
Just act your normal way
I can’t enjoy your company
If i’m just waitin’ around all day
©2013 The Dean Project

Bones n’ Broken Stereos

A wave is like a zap, Brat! Master the attack
The problem that I see in you is that you don’t know how to act, hack
Carving familiar sculptures out of abundant materials –
There’s butter on your toast every morning with your cereal
Predictable patterns shatter any mystique –
Today a superstar; what about next week?
What ‘you gonna do? Who’ll do the loudest speaking?
Will you move fast enough? An’ are your wave lengths peaking?
Will you show up on time with a smile no matter what?
Will you rather quit, throw the towel or hang it up?
It’s time we all realize we’re everything we have –
Each other and our memories can all be torn in half
Aw yeah
Aw, torn in half

This storm could be a warning or it could mean nothing
But today is not a day unless you learn a little something
No one know everything – Perhaps we don’t know anything
Are the kid the only hope? It’s like this every generation
Pollution in the constitution; main attraction –
Just beyond the gate of gold grows the grass of passion
It’s always taller through the unknown hallways
An’ if you know the right folks then even workin’ at the mall pays
Will I remember what I say or what I write?
Am I lying to myself when I say “I’m all right”?
Come to think of it I remember what I have –
Each other and our memories call all be torn in half
Aw yeah
Aw, torn in half

Bones and broken stereos it’s just matter of perspective
We can tear is other up or we can ask for suggestions
Aw, bones and broken stereos – it’s all in how you see things
We can tear each other up or we can concentrate on our breathing
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos

Sydney, London, Paris, Chicago an’ all they back to Heaven
Now, it’s like we have our standards set all the way to eleven
Walk on the Earth – Feel its hills and its motion
I’m overcome with thoughts – Got chills – These emotions
What is real? What are only illusions?
Mass appeal, validation, confusion
Oh, I’m confused

Bones and broken stereos it’s just matter of perspective
We can tear is other up or we can ask for suggestions
I say, bones and broken stereos – it’s all in how you see things
We can tear each other up or we can concentrate on our breathing
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos

Pie Eater

I lie in bed countin’ sheep
I’m the original freak
Sometimes I can’t remember my name
I toss an’ I turn
I don’t get hurt when I’m burned
Can’t swerve and claim I ain’t felt any pain
It’s alright, dudes – It’s always okay

I’m outside smoking cigarettes
I never run and hide
But I stick to the same brand name
Well, the angels favorite demons
Comes to dance without any feelings
Ain’t leavin’ ’til she tries to sell ya fame
Won’t go away – But it’s alright

I only gave up lookin’ back with regrets
Cuz I’m a feeder – a Pie Eater
Sayin’ “hello” to the folks I know
Cuz I’m a greeter – a Pie Eater
Gotta think big an’ reach out with my arms
Cuz I’m a bleeder – a Pie Eater
No time for bullshit or fuckin’ around
Cuz I’m a leader- a Pie Eater
Yeah – Alright

I’m the guy who doesn’t give up
tell me again I will not make it
Believing in what I know’s inside
Will lead to eatin’ pie
By all rights I shouldn’t make it
But if you got it – it’s hard to fake it
Believing in what I know’s inside
Will lead to eatin’ pie
Every-I’m the guy who doesn’t give up
tell me again I will not make it
Believing in what I know’s inside
Will lead to eatin’ pie
By all rights I shouldn’t make it
But if you got it – it’s hard to fake it
Believing in what I know’s inside
Will lead to eatin’ pie
Every time

from Pie Eater, released 12 November 2013

Indoor Beach

The Angel came down to visit Paul the Poet
Not wearing any armor and with no emotions showing
“There’s no honor in twisting facts and history”
She said to the poet “Don’t concern yourself with victory”
“But glory and adoration are not the steaks that I seek,
I’m the kind of man who makes connections when I speak”
The Angel called the poet out and left him in a heep
“Let’s see if you’re singing the same tune when you recover next week”

The customer is satisfied on the other side of the counter
The cashier and the manager wear big smiles with each encounter
The Angel gathered all three in a room
And began to ask some questions
“Do you think everything is okay?” and
“Are you open to suggestions?”
The boss rose up and began to fight
“I’m on your side” The Angel replied
She took a look at the customer
It was Paul the Poet
She was surprised
“Well, I’ll support you if you support them”
Was a promise that didn’t interest Paul
He managed to escape through the crack in the wall
But The Angel trapped him in a mall
A shopping mall out of reach
Now Paul the Poet needs to find his indoor beach

There’s no such thing as freedom on vague illusions of stuff
So, Paul set out to scope the reef
But you can feel freedom
Freedom lies inside
Deep within yourself there is an indoor beach

Now he sees sunsets atop grassy dunes of sand
Writing beautiful music for the people of the land
And every single summer night
Paul thanks The Angel for what she teaches
Because deep within his soul he know
That only a select few will ever
Find
Will ever
Seek
Will ever
Inhabit
Their indoor beaches

Now, Paul spreads the message of The Angel
But he does it just like a poet
Head to toe in a suit of armor
And with all his emotions showing
©2013The Dean Project

Boom Boom

Boom Boom
Boom Boom
He was chased from th’ promise land

Boom Boom was doom doomed
when they made him change his name
They gave Boom Boom is own cartoon
just to come in and take it all away

Boom Boom
Ol’ Boom Boom
Proved himself to the entire world
He was banished – yeah, banished
But he swore everyday that he would work

This is a story
A real life telling
of a man that they call Boom Boom
He found his way home
just to be boned
But that’s hardly the end of his tale

Boom Boom started something
At first everybody laughed
But now they’re all comin’ ’round for his advice
He saw the future
It was so clear
Just go out and do everything yourself

Boom Boom is now a tycoon
In his studio apartment
Boom Boom can work any sized room, room
He’s a journeyman that saves all his dollars and his cents