Story Behind the Song
Recorded by Tom Soukup at Omega Studios, Rockville, MD.
Mastered by Pat Johnson, Allied Studios, Boston,MA.
Bass and backing vocals: Colin McKeon
Drums and backing vocals: Mike Reilly
Lyrics
A darkish kinda vibe is kinda crawling up my skin.
The livin rooms a mess, the paint is peelin from the trim.
Gotta shake down. Gotta break down.
Hit the ground.
I left the screen door open, cause it's eighty-three degrees.
But I’m shiverin like I’m cold like I been drinkin anti-freeze.
Gotta shake down. Gotta break down.
Hit the ground.
The 405 is empty, the coeds fell asleep.
Lying in a vacant house, on the corner of Los Feliz.
The spray paint on the banister is drippin down the stairs,
And the carpet’s turned so black it’s like it’s trying to match the air.
Gotta shake down, gotta break down,
Hit the Ground.
The hills are fading. I can see em fading into the haze.
The sun is finally comin up, the sky is rainin ash.
The livin’ room is full of smoke, the lawn’s a pile of trash.
Gotta shake down. Gotta break down.
Gotta get outta town.
Hit the ground.
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