900 lbs
(lyrics: Nunziata - music: Nunziata, Robinson)
Feeling up, feeling down, feeling blue
feeling everything just to keep from feeling you
think we stayed on a blade, so much more to life than getting laid
I just wish that I knew what it was
Facing opposition, try a new position
could it be I'm losing touch with reality
I think it's you, it sure as hell ain't me
900 pounds has been lifted from me, 900
dead weight, can't wait
shedding you is therapeutic
900 pounds, goodbye dead weight, 900
Breaking up and breaking down
look Ma what I found
what comes around goes around and wraps around
save the affection, save the dough, clean the palate
and have another go and reap what you sow
Carnal relations, carnival nations
could it be I'm losing touch with reality
I think it's you, it sure as hell ain't me
900 pounds has been lifted from me, 900
dead weight, can't wait
shedding you is therapeutic
900 pounds, goodbye dead weight, 900
Heal the wound, drop kick the gloom
rearrange the living room
we live just once, it ends too soon
don't be afraid to howl at the moon
it's easy to stray from the path, no need to multiply
just do the math, don't be afraid to face the wrath
A woman scorned, grab it by the horns
could it be I'm losing touch with reality
I think it's you, it sure as hell ain't me
900 pounds has been lifted from me, 900
dead weight, can't wait
shedding you is therapeutic
900 pounds, goodbye dead weight, 900
Vocals & Keys: Nunziata
Drums, Guitar, electronic flute & Bass: Robinson
http://www.chud.com/demo/900.mp3
I can't describe this song, really. It should appeal to a wider group than the barn burners but I've given up figuring folks out.
For those who care, it's the ultimate break-up song. About a guy who shed all 7 of the gals he was seeing. I wish it was autobiographical!
[This message has been edited by Nick Nunziata (edited 01-28-2002).]
(lyrics: Nunziata - music: Nunziata, Robinson)
Feeling up, feeling down, feeling blue
feeling everything just to keep from feeling you
think we stayed on a blade, so much more to life than getting laid
I just wish that I knew what it was
Facing opposition, try a new position
could it be I'm losing touch with reality
I think it's you, it sure as hell ain't me
900 pounds has been lifted from me, 900
dead weight, can't wait
shedding you is therapeutic
900 pounds, goodbye dead weight, 900
Breaking up and breaking down
look Ma what I found
what comes around goes around and wraps around
save the affection, save the dough, clean the palate
and have another go and reap what you sow
Carnal relations, carnival nations
could it be I'm losing touch with reality
I think it's you, it sure as hell ain't me
900 pounds has been lifted from me, 900
dead weight, can't wait
shedding you is therapeutic
900 pounds, goodbye dead weight, 900
Heal the wound, drop kick the gloom
rearrange the living room
we live just once, it ends too soon
don't be afraid to howl at the moon
it's easy to stray from the path, no need to multiply
just do the math, don't be afraid to face the wrath
A woman scorned, grab it by the horns
could it be I'm losing touch with reality
I think it's you, it sure as hell ain't me
900 pounds has been lifted from me, 900
dead weight, can't wait
shedding you is therapeutic
900 pounds, goodbye dead weight, 900
Vocals & Keys: Nunziata
Drums, Guitar, electronic flute & Bass: Robinson
http://www.chud.com/demo/900.mp3
I can't describe this song, really. It should appeal to a wider group than the barn burners but I've given up figuring folks out.
For those who care, it's the ultimate break-up song. About a guy who shed all 7 of the gals he was seeing. I wish it was autobiographical!
[This message has been edited by Nick Nunziata (edited 01-28-2002).]






