Zabooki

by Bubonik Funk

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released June 29, 2012

Songs written, and recorded by Bubonik Funk
Mixed and Mastered by Dustin Hofsess

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Bubonik Funk Charlotte, North Carolina

Bubonik Funk consists of Stefan Kallander (guitar, vocals), Dylan Ellett (vocals, keys), Nick Mcowen (bass, synths), and Daniel Allison (drums, vocals). Individualistic style draws from many sources and transcends any one music genre.

Bubonik Funk has sold out shows in multiple NC. markets, and has toured from New Hampshire to Florida.
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Track Name: Living to Die
What's this life heaven or hell?
Monkey in the middle, chains or liberty bells

The future is a mystery, so I’m just making my history,
I’m just making my history

Everybody’s running from a world that's on the brink
If they come down I worry, what the aliens will think
I’m not a rock star, I’ve never claimed to be
But make a face for Myspace and a rock star you will be
Are we …

Living to die, Living to die
Living to die, Living to die
(Can Somebody tell me, are we just)
Dying to live, dying to live
Dying to live, dying to live
(Can Somebody tell me, are we just)

California’s burning again, politician bowling pins
Blown to bits in record time, home sweet home in Palestine
It’s all a mystery
And that is why
That is why we are or aren’t we

Living to die, Living to die
(Can somebody tell me)
Dying to live, Dying to live
Can somebody tell me, are we just
Living to die, Living to die
(Everything I've done is erased)

I’m trying to fall into my place
Every time I do
(I’m erased)

Your heart is a ghost town, It felt a lot better the first time around
Your smile was a pretty disguise, I was looking for a woman I could
Patronize

In this land, opportunity stricken, but most just sit around and keep on bitchin’
(I’m erased)
Track Name: This'll Be the Day
Your love is in my brain and in my blood stream making blood stains
I see the colors of the world they look so bright
I hear the ballad of my heartbeat
I’m holding up a lighter, singing this’ll be the day I find her
This’ll be the day we talk for the very first time
She’s not wearing any makeup
CHORUS
This’ll be the day that our eyes synch up
This’ll be the day I say what’s up, what’s your sign?
That line is so lame, I’m Aquarius, and it’s the dawning of the age
But I wear my emotions on my sleeve can’t you see the pain?
I bet we both went through the same damn things,
Divorce and family drama, relationships gone bad crying to your Mama singing
CHORUS
This’ll be the day that it all makes sense
This’ll be the day of future tense, we’ll be
Together at last, but my heart starts spinning and my head beats fast
All of the luck in the world, imma’ need it
Sweatin’ like I just ran a race or something
All of the charm in the world, imma’ need it
One lost kid, is gonna’ need it.
Track Name: Mung Beans
Graffiti on a train, passing signs, far away gangs
I jumped into a freight and crossed my legs
I had a bottle of rum, shared it with a bum
He told me he was in ZZ Top, then played a song with his cane, he sang
Life, it isn’t fair, so I make it all up, like an origami bird
Life’s not fair
You say you despise everything that I am, put a heart in a robot and call it a man
Build a house by the river, and wait for the flood
I walked out in the foggy in my alligator shoes, found a camp of madmen
Singing nonsense playing blues, at three A.M. I laid there without sleep or urge to stay
I could hear my train was coming in the distance far away
Skipping through the darkness with a knapsack full of junk
Duane Allman passed on a motorcycle, swerving like a drunk, he sang
Life it isn’t fair, so I make it all up, like an origami bird

I see ten thousand faces, twenty thousand eyes are shut.
Life was never fair my friends, that’s why I make it up
I make it all up
The year that you were born (I make it all up)
How much money you make (I make it all up)
It wasn’t quite that high (I make it all up)
How you got that scar (I make it all up)
How big it really is (I make it all up)
The cops were never called (I make it all up)
We didn’t actually have any sex at all
Track Name: Organized Crime
My trophy wife bites, my trophy wife bites me
My trophy wife’s not very nice but she holds the bag while I drop in the cash
My trophy wife bites, my trophy wife bites me
My trophy wife’s not to bright, but she can empty a vault while I hold off the cops
Her eyes are flashing dollar signs
She licks her lips and asks me for a little favor
Are you familiar with Bonnie and Clyde?
Then turn your back on some organized crime
I was standing in the den of thieves
Track Name: Mystic Feeney
The voices in her head, they won’t leave her
Though she tells them all to stay away, and the man in her room to greet her
But her Mama says she’s talking to the wall
And the man says “You were so lonely, before you got to know me, so lonely”
Bring me your mind, bring me your mind today, bring me your mind, hand it over honey
Bring me your mind, it’s such a lovely place to be, lies, lies she always lies to get that man to leave, bring me your mind it’s such a lovely place to be
If I’m not here and you’re not here, then get out of my imaginary face
The voices in her head, they get meaner, meaner, almost every day that goes by
And the people in the crowd, that see her, see her, holding hands with nobody at all
Track Name: Kickbacka-Love
The sun’s coming down on a rhododendron in the window frame
It was a very nice day, all of the death and the pain and the rain have blown away
It was a very nice day, a nice day
Hang me from the heavens darling; take me for a walk up there
The struggles of life can sometimes, be a little hard to bear
Don’t go far from me I’ll keep the demons away
And from across the room, I hear her softly say
Don’t be afraid of the love that you’re going through, all the time
Don’t be afraid of the love that you’re going through, all the time
Food stamps and government grants, keep her off the streets
Her Mama always has the car so she gets where she gets, using her feet
She doesn’t care, about the proper way
She needs a little bit of loving all day
She needs a little bit of loving all day
The kickback of love
Track Name: Baby Equipment
Baby, you’re so worried about, yesterday and next week
And all those person, places and things, and what tomorrow brings
But hey girl, your ship has come in, but you don’t want to go
Don’t want to go, oh, don’t want to go no no.
Too weak to row your own boat
All of the pretty girls that float in and out of my world, they ain’t mine, they ain’t mine
Baby still sighing about something’s you know, something’s you don’t
Sometimes you just gotta’ let it all go. We never ever know
Maybe, I’ll find me a soul, someone to hold, someone I know
Won’t hurt me like before, won’t start another war
All of the pretty girls, that float in and out of my world, they ain’t mine, they ain’t mine
Don’t shoot me if I put my hands up, I’m just turning into a lost soul
Feeling alive is a gift not a prize for a lost, lost soul
So why do you take your chances, hanging around with lost souls
All of the pretty girls, that float in and out of my world
They ain’t mine, they ain’t mine, sometimes I get so low down
I see your reflection everywhere I go, in the face of every girl at every show.
I guess that makes me I guess that makes me another lost soul