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It's Friday, you're over my house in the Burrow
Hermione comes over just to say hello to you and
My mama and daddy and brothers and Ginny
All think you're quite awesome, but I think you're kind of a jerk
And I'm always living in your shadows
But you should be living in my shadows
'Cause I'm six foot three and I don't really need anyone's approval
But they keep saying to me
**It's good to see you, Wallenby.
Do you know where I can find Harry?"
No, I don't.
September, and I am walking through the Great Hall
Cho Chang she comes up to me and starts to ask about you
But I just blow past her, roll my eyes, walk faster
Out to the Quidditch pitch and to all your adoring fans
And I am always living in your shadow
But you should be living in my shadow
'Cause I'm Quidditch king and I don't really need all the fame and glory
But they keep saying to me
**(chorus)
Maybe I should try to blaze my own way.
Maybe I should try to save the day
So I can hear them say
"It's good to see you Ronald Weasley
You sure look good to me!"
Yeah, I know.
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Lucky Tonight
03:55
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Bright skies, I'm looking up I'm looking out
My window but I can't see out
These rose-colored lenses
And everything's expendable
The crimson/gold's depending on
The weasel king to pull them through it
Hop right to it
Drink up, boy, 'cause this'll be your day
Felix Felicis makes me feel invincible.
Tick-tock the clock is winding down
On memories I have yet found
A way to ask him how
The time's right now so I'll take a chance on
Liquid luck, I can't keep going by the book
A sluggish memory is not much
It's just a hunch
The deal was sealed with just a bit of luck
Felix Felicis makes me feel invincible
A half-blood notion was in that potion
I go through the motions, a feeling that's so right
I'm victory's witness, I'm not going to fight this
It's Felix Felicis and I'm getting lucky tonight
Felix Felicis makes me feel invincible
All these ideas seem so reasonable once I've had something to drink
We will break up Dean and Ginny, then we'll go get Slughorn's memory
Felix Felicis makes me feel invincible
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Madame Pomphrey
03:49
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Madame Pomphrey will you tell me
What I'm doing wrong with all the boys
'Cause I'm in here every day near
Give me something for this broken heart
I know it's wrong
But he's got this melancholy music box song
Playing in my head all day long
And it goes:
"You kinda suck
And I never thought that you'd be enough"
And that's why I'm in here
So, Madame Pomphrey will you tell me
What I'm doing wrong with all the boys
'Cause I'm in here every day near
Give me something for this broken heart
I know it's sad
But he's got me feeling like I need to go back
Into his arms, his heart's so black
He sings to
Me the sweetest songs
And that's when I know everything will go wrong
And that's why I'm in here
Madame Pomphrey will you tell me
What I'm doing wrong with all the boys
'Cause I'm in here every day near
Give me something for this broken heart
You can't deny my love.
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Open up the door, I can't tell you who I am anymore
Open up the door, Myrtle
It's me outside your door tonight
I tried so hard to be like my father, but he
Had these unrealistic expectations of me
But, I know if I try I will succeed but I
Am not the monster he dreamed
Because I'm only 17
And a boy in the girls' restroom is all I can be
Open up the door, I can't tell you who I am anymore
Open up the door, Myrtle
It's me outside your door tonight
A daunting task I abhor, penance to the Dark Lord
He took my father away, yet he still wants more
An unbreakable vow, why I am such a coward
In this war on my brow
Because I'm only 17
And a boy in the girls' restroom is all I can be
*Poor little rich boy why do you cry at night
When no one's watching you walk in your stocking feet
It's past the witching hour, why can't you sleep
That's deep down in your psyche; you might be apt to
Run, but then then the tower struck with lightning
Open up the door, I don't know who I am anymore
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Out Through the Cupboard
03:10
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Light the match, it's all I have
I stuck the book with my last match
The candle burned so soft and slow
I felt the warmth, I felt it's glow
Salt-tasting tears, they run off of my lips
One for each day I'm inside this
House, it's a trap, one I can't quite escape
So pretend it's the place that I love
Won't let it pass me by again
The grass was clipped, the summer sun
Was beating down on my front lawn
All the boys and girls did laugh
I watched them through the cupboard's crack
Place all your bets, and watch me lose
The life that I got, but I'd never choose
Dreams every night that one would come true
But only bad ones ever do
Won't let it pass me by again
*My beats way to fast to let regret sit in my lap
Won't let it pass me by again
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Firenze and I are friends
Best of buddies, real good pals
I've seen his lair, I've combed his hair
We gab about Trelawney's lack of skill
Firenze and I are friends
We have a lot of things in common
I like John Waters, so does he
And that's more than I can say for most kids in my year
Firenze and I are friends
He has good grammar and I like that in a guy
His posture's great and he and I like to debate
About the prospects for Prime Minister
He's so smart, and he's so cool
I like him better than the Weasley twins
And that's saying a lot
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Somewhere
04:26
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I was 12 years old, you were one year behind me
But I fell in love with you
An ocean away, a year in a day
I'm so glad I found you
Lying on a bookstore floor, you were sad and lonely
You were the only one there
So I took you home, introduced you to my friends
They all said I was crazy
But your green eyes shone through the dark
Like a night light, a bright light
Guiding me home
And I had never met anyone else quite like you
Like a part of a surreal dream
Though the years have gone and you've long since moved on
I'm so glad you found me
Wandering alone, looking for someone to save me
Then you made me who I am
We've not spoken in 3 long years,
You have faced your fears now it's time I move on
But your green eyes shine through the dark
Like the headlights on the highway
Guiding me home
Now your spine's all worn out, dog-eared lying on my couch
Beside a cup of coffee
Tears stain the words of courage from a little boy who's lost
And now he fades away
But somewhere, somewhere somebody's missing you
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I may not be good at arithmacy
But I'm pretty good at herbology
I can't charm a trinket, transfigure a rat
But I know all about gillyweed
We could share a (shoobie doobie doo)
Lazy Sunday afternoon
And I would roll a (shoobie doobie doo)
Blanket out for us to spoon
I may not be good at occlumency
But I'm pretty good at herbology
You can read all my thoughts and know all of my secrets
But I know all about T-H-C
See the cloud from out (shoobie doobie doo)
Window in the common room
We're flying high on our (shoobie doobie doo)
Borrow second hand Quidditch brooms
*This could be a joint adventure
I may not be good at arithmacy,
But I'm pretty good at herbology
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KwikSpell Austin, Texas
Kwikspell is a indie wizard rock band hailing from Austin, TX. Kwikspell began in 2008 is the solo project of Bethany
Parker.
I like to play pretend and what better to transform yourself into than a guitar slinging superhero that sings songs about Harry Potter while stomping out world-suck.
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