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Modern Animal

by Magic City Hippies

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1.
Spice 01:23
(The next band, they’re called the Magic City Hippies) All I’ve ever done was live fast This is a test you must pass I ain’t trying to be juvenile Ain’t trying to be crass But I know you’re so strong You won’t even let love get in your way Oh girl, spice The spice of life
2.
Indiana 03:18
Half a Havaiana Girl, you got the glamour Come to my cabana You can call me Indiana And we can slip into pajama Do the samba (I hate snakes) Oh but you have to Grab the camera The black mamba I pitch a tent like a camper Pamper me You make me tight in the tanga Can’t believe You spin the wheel like a hamster And I want To be take-home, if you say so Lovesick living for ya But I’m up On my worst day, like an earthquake Kicking California Everything we did could’ve wrote a story, brah Bent over my bed like the shape of Florida Euphoria, victorious I’m sort of an explorer but I’d like to see more of us Hand on the needle Record plays The Beatles Dance so deceitful Yeah, I’d watch that sequel Your old pipo He can’t keep up It belongs in a museum And I want To be take-home, if you say so Lovesick living for ya But I’m up On my worst day, like an earthquake Kicking California And if I catch my breath on the west coast You say go protect what you love most Gonna paint my life with a fresh coat Yeah yeah yeah Gonna catch your death in those wet clothes Hop a fence and I’m saying let’s go Go and tie me up to the bedpost And I want To be take-home, if you say so Lovesick living for ya But I’m up On my worst day, like an earthquake Kicking California You got the glamour Girl, you got the glamour You got that glamour Girl, you got the glamour
3.
Franny 03:15
And if you leave without my heart A new bikini a la carte I will be screaming when you go, oh oh But if you're calling up my house I put the weed in the bag, girl What's up with Steve in the Jag, girl? Oh, oh, oh Franny! I'd love to hold you closer Not the queen of the Barbie girls You're the Eve of the garden, girl Oh, oh baby! You know you leave me in the cold, yeah When you're leaving the party, girl Yeah, Franny! I love you in the jacuzzi I loved it when we got a smoothie And then we went to the movies And when you're leaving in that car Riding with Keaton, Allen, Carl I get so steamy when you go, oh, oh And then you're calling up my phone For even just a dub sack What's up with Jack in the Cadillac, baby? Franny! I'd love to hold you closer Not the queen of the Barbie girls You're the Eve of the garden, girl Oh, oh baby! You know you leave me in the cold, yeah When you're leaving the party, girl Yeah, Franny! She lived her life like a child With a fistful of quarters in the last hour of the arcade And she played I'd love to hold you closer Not the queen of the Barbie girls You're the Eve of the garden, girl Oh, oh baby! You know you leave me in the cold, yeah When you're leaving the party, girl
4.
Float 03:55
When this all floats away And you ain’t got time to change I hope you find a way to Wake up with your best friend When this all floats away Your knees don't work the same I hope she still remains Wake up with your best friend Y’all know me, the same ol’ stoney Owner of a lonely heart is exploding (Floating) Flat like zamboni Lean back, take a whack, serotonin Good morning, let’s get toasted Gringo show got the girl panties soaking I was chosen In the moment While I'm rolling face in the ocean Born on third base Thought she hit a triple Fell from grace But now she lives in Brickell Look death in the face You’re dodging a sickle Got your game of chess And he’s a sicko When this all floats away And you ain’t got time to change I hope you find a way to Wake up with your best friend When this all floats away Your knees don't work the same I hope she still remains Wake up with your best friend (Yeah yeah) When this all floats away I hope she still remains
5.
SPF 04:02
This time I’ll find my love between the grooves Something to spin In the afternoons Spent the night in someone else's arms So pour me another May the Lord strengthen your arm Hope this ain’t another trust exercise that’s broken You’re the only one I want, everybody knows it Girl don’t need no SPF with the shade I’m throwing How you gonna love yourself when honesty don’t show up? Start acting like a grown up Hopped in a cab We were soaking wet Spilled my drink We’re drinking to forget Just popped an Addy Am I sober yet? My girl’s so bad She blows the bayonet all day I can read your body like the rising of the ocean When I think of you with him, it makes me wanna throw up You’re the queen and I’m the king, testing my devotion I’m the kite and you’re the string, you keep me acting grown up You keep me acting grown up, oh oh You keep me acting grown up, oh oh You keep me acting Keep cool Keep, keep me acting Keep, keep me acting grown, oh oh But you’ve got on clothes I can’t afford But she hits that spliff right I went 6 to midnight When she hits that split right Girl don’t need no SPF Girl don’t need no SPF Girl don’t need no SPF Girl don’t need no SPF Oh that’s right it is Freaky Freestyle Friday (Freestyle Friday) It’s WMCH coming to you live Next up to bat, we’ve got (Gumby Jones) Consider this as I twist up The blunt guts out the window Chin up swipe left on tinder When I'm rolling out to dinner Sick of this Richie Rich Mama bought your licorice Papa caught a fever pitch He’s a bigger fish Scissor kick my benefits He'll never hear the end of it Spending shit Truth is Call me Lex Lucius, it’s stupid Proof is in the pudding, cuteness She’s ruthless Ice on her body Whole lotta naughty Pour it in a paper cup and walk to the party Strings? No attachments Just striking matches Come kiss the cactus with the bad kids (Oh, exterminated) Better luck next time Gumby Jones You’re gonna have to do better than that Freaky Freestyle Friday, WMCH
6.
Kamikaze 05:10
Little mama in the laundry On your bed And Kami-kami-kazes Still float through your head It’s ok we can wake up Get this party started Hop a ride to the castle Pick up a bottle of gin I don’t even care what kind ‘Cause all the hippies want to stay up every night Want to ease their frustrations Relax their minds ‘Cause all the hippies want to pump their tunes up high Don’t need an occasion Just pass by Just pass by Marijuana in the palm trees Cigarettes Pajama tonsil hockey In the silhouettes It’s ok, we can make love Until the sun sets Spend all night in the castle Everybody's undressed Don’t even close the blinds ‘Cause all the hippies want to stay up every night Want to ease their frustrations Relax their minds ‘Cause all the hippies want to pump their tunes up high Careful, Bob’ll wake up Even without the moon I’ll be howling Honey this afternoon When you’re toweless Oh don’t fall in love They tell me not to fall in love ‘Cause all the hippies want to stay up every night Want to ease their frustrations Relax their minds ‘Cause all the hippies want to pump their tunes up high Don’t need an occasion Just pass by Just pass by Time will fly Time will be alright Time will fly So just pass by ‘Cause time will
7.
Speak of the devil and she appears Heat up the kettle, dishevel her freckles Wrestle up another beer Pick up my medals, her meadows got me head-over-heels Rip up this treble, I bet he’ll send over seven deals Never let money limit me Honey’s got stunning symmetry Hop in and out of limousines Pop in an “M” and pity me In this city we Sitting pretty, kitty B I ain’t even kidding, G Living like a legacy Body like a weapon Smoking Smith & Wesson in my hand All night I might pull Her trigger one more time Just to feel her come alive Caught in the valley Singing to Alice She got a long way to go She got a long way to go So, call up the valet She lives in a palace We’ve got a long way to go We got a long way, long way, long way I know you say you’re I know you say you’re all alone But I don’t want to know She got a body like a weapon Smoking Smith & Wesson in my hand All night I might pull Her trigger one more time Just to feel her come alive (I love the way you wear the hustle, honey) (Good Lord!)
8.
What would you do If I couldn't be here no more Follow the line Fall in behind But I’m sure Half the time I’ll find the light on ‘Cause if it’s real love We’ll find the time Oh, real love, yeah Everything’s just fine What would I do If I didn’t need you no more So follow the signs One at a time But I’m surely Out my mind But it’s right on ‘Cause if it’s real love We’ll find the time Oh, real love, yeah Everything’s just fine Everything’s just fine Everything’s just fine Everything’s Everything’s just fine Everything Every little Every little thing’s just fine Just fine Just fine Just fine Just fine Everything is fine, fine (Everybody’s looking for the, uh, Too good to be true kind of love, right? We all are, always)
9.
Honey I’m an animal Without a manual I’ve been shooting from the hip since I was Very young A silver-tongued devil Mama raised a rebel Sorry if you thought this was love And you’re right if I had you tonight I wouldn’t call the next day I’ve been thinking we’ve been drinking the fire to keep the demons at bay I’m just another modern ani- Animal, animal I’m just another modern ani- Animal Ain’t got no manual, yeah yeah I’m just another modern ani- Animal I see the world with childlike wonder Sometimes you get under Someone to get over them now Fell in love With your own reflection Intimate affection Classically conditioned to see The stripes on your skin We sin to keep hunting prey Some things I can’t control In my soul it tells me to say I’m just another modern ani- Animal, animal I’m just another modern ani- Animal Ain’t got no manual, yeah yeah I’m just another modern ani- Animal Honey, way way Too evolved for me Make a mistake Show you all my teeth When you’re lying in fluorescence Sliding off your dress with A fortune teller prescience Open, my love Come in to the shadows I’ve been waiting for you Morphine made you do this I want to be open, my love Combing through the shallows I’ve been patient, your move Nothing in between us I want to be open, my love Hold me while you dazzle I’ve been waiting for you On your wheels you pull me I want to be open I want to be open I want to be open
10.
Gunslingers 03:17
Twenties Ticking away And I'm watching the spliff sparkle In the sun Money’s Always slipping away And I'm watching it tip our boat We were gunslingers Yeah I won't stop ‘til they say my name Sonny Hair getting gray Remember when you were Oh young Honey Remember the days when We'd trip and slip into oblivion We were gunslingers Yeah I won't stop ‘til they say my name I won’t stop I won't stop ‘til they say my name I won’t stop ‘til they say my name I won’t stop ‘til then say my name I won’t stop ‘til they say my name I won’t stop ‘til then say my name Yeah yeah
11.
The Wind 03:15
Lonely I’ve been Since I fell, fell for the wind You only begin To feel better when you’re drinking And it’s a long way down When your love is found And it’s a long way down When your love is found On a plane again I wish I was going south I’ll feel better when I’m drinking It’s gonna rain again I can’t just shut my mouth I’ll forget her, but I’m winking And it’s a long way down When your love is found And it’s a long way down When your love ain’t around Oh, never gonna find, never gonna find, never find, never Never gonna find, never gonna find Never gonna catch, never gonna catch, never catch, never Never gonna catch, never gonna catch The wind No! It was supposed to be you and me, you and me forever Oh, what do I have left? Never put your happiness in someone else’s hands You fill your own cup up You fill it up, till it spills over the sides I love ya So long.

credits

released August 16, 2019

All songs written by Magic City Hippies

Produced by Pat Howard

Recorded by Pat Howard at 10k Islands (Miami, FL) & The Bridge (Miami, FL)
“Kamikaze” Vocals Recorded at Daza Records (Miami, FL)

Mixed by Andres Daza at Electric Air Studios (Miami, FL)
“Body Like A Weapon” Mixed by Pat Howard at The Bridge (Miami, FL)

Mastered by Emily Lazar at The Lodge NY
Assisted by Chris Allgood

Robby Hunter - Lead Vocals, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
John Coughlin - Slide Guitar, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Ukulele, Fender Rhodes, Wurly, Piano, Synths
Pat Howard - Drums, Bass, Electric Guitar, Ukulele, Wurly, Mellotron, Farfisa, Prophet, Backing Vocals

Piano & Clavinet on “Indiana” by Jake Pinto
Synth Leads on “Franny” & “Kamikaze” by Jason Matthews
Baritone Sax on “Modern Animal” by Jas Walton

Artwork by Jaroslaw Danilenko

Special Thanks To:
Brad Desmond, Ferny Belisario, Guille Belisario, Mike Herrera, Andres Daza, Aaron Pinkus, Nicole Martinez, Read Fasse, Nick Scapa, Brian Robertson, Vasily Shalashov, Fernan Osorio, Ana Osorio, Maureen & Scott Howard, Niki Franco, Mary Pat & Steve Stafford, Bill & Lisa Coughlin, Larissa Morales, Bob & Sue Hunter, and the rest of our friends and family; this album belongs to all of you.

Copyright 2019 Magic City Hippies LLC

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