words and music by michael billingsley
There's no crime in wasting time, but…
If there's a place you want to be, you gotta be,
Get on your feet and step towards your dream,
Jones dreamed of being on the radio.
Lord, if they could only hear his flow?!
Oh no, think of the people he’d meet,
On covers of dope magazines!?
Songs…crossing out the words to make em’ right.
These songs could make your daughters dance all night.
It’s so right.
But that’s just not how it goes. Not for our man Dobey Jones.
Yesterday was the day that he wanted planes and trains and limousines and a moment.
California, then around the world, if he played it right another day, another girl.
But you can’t bling if you can sing. Another pipe dream for an MC.
And so the story goes he’s always battling prose, it’s the woes of a Dobey Jones.
Slow motion helps the scenes we want to see.
Scenes that show us things we can’t believe.
Deceive understanding we know.
Giving us places we’ll go.
If only we could playback in real life.
Perspective is a luminous device with bright lights,
Lending its light to the waves, but not every man can be saved.
Jones, I know, your home was a microphone.
Standing on the edge of life’s stage, disengaged, bombs away.
Spoke something memorized from a song she’d sing you, “When the world falls apart, feel the lord in your heart, in your soul.”
from One More Day
released October 30, 2013
Michael Billingsley: male vocals, trumpet, flugelhorn
Jarred Antonacci: trombone
Michael Ford: sax
Jeremy Grenhart: rhodes
Jason Herrmann: guitar
Meg Moyer-Herrmann: female vocals
Christopher Slone: upright bass
Rob Smith: drums
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