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From "Mood Swings," a CD of entirely original music produced with Apple's GarageBand software. Sobek is independent recording artist from West Chester, Pa. After years playing original music in groups in the Baltimore area, he now focuses more on studio work. His style ranges from folk-rock, to hard rock to electronic. "New technologies have opened many doors for musicians," he says, "but nothing is more important than music that is memorable, lyrics that affect your soul, beats that make your feet move and melodies that make you smile."
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Lyrics
Here come the bombs bombs, raining on down
Pushing through the roofs roofs, blowing up the town
Taking away the souls souls, who never did a thing
Looking for the bombs bombs, never find a thing
Take it to Iraq Iraq, finish daddy's war
Run up the debt debt, spend a little more
Dick's got your ear ear, can't think for yourself
Could you do the job job, if he were dead?
We must evolve
Talking to the Lord Lord, got him on the phone
Put him on hold hold, leave the gays alone
Trying to tell us all all, what we should think
He's got his whole team team, pushing out the ink
Religion is the way way, believe or go to hell
You're a bad man man, if you don't do it well
Want to put our cross cross, right on your lawn
Shove it down your throat throat, until your doubts are gone
We must evolve
Welcome to the land land, the home of the free
But that only counts counts, if you look like me
The American dream dream, buy it for yourself
No one else else, keep it for yourself
We must evolve
Pushing through the roofs roofs, blowing up the town
Taking away the souls souls, who never did a thing
Looking for the bombs bombs, never find a thing
Take it to Iraq Iraq, finish daddy's war
Run up the debt debt, spend a little more
Dick's got your ear ear, can't think for yourself
Could you do the job job, if he were dead?
We must evolve
Talking to the Lord Lord, got him on the phone
Put him on hold hold, leave the gays alone
Trying to tell us all all, what we should think
He's got his whole team team, pushing out the ink
Religion is the way way, believe or go to hell
You're a bad man man, if you don't do it well
Want to put our cross cross, right on your lawn
Shove it down your throat throat, until your doubts are gone
We must evolve
Welcome to the land land, the home of the free
But that only counts counts, if you look like me
The American dream dream, buy it for yourself
No one else else, keep it for yourself
We must evolve










TobinMueller
What a great groove. And your use of GB loops, man this
is what they were made for. You've created a unique
sound in this one that mesmerizes and moves along really
well. Nice interplay of picking guitars. Never would've
caught the lyrics without the text, but now that I see
them, I can understand what you are singing (except the
"We must evolve" which may be the most important
lyrics...) I really like the groove you constructed in this.
Nice.