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Pop Fiction - Chapter 1
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“I was a stupid kid with brilliant dreams, a ghost in the American Nightmare. I smoked, snorted and stumbled my way through every wasted scene in Rock Island until there was no one left to screw––and nothing left of my dreams but the waking… “
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Young and Stupid
03:02
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Young and Stupid
Woke up late in a stranger’s bed
She’s an angel but I’m half dead
There’s no halo around my head
Young and stupid
I remember we got so high
The rest is just my alibi
Wasted jacket on my fly
Young and stupid
Oooooops, I did it again
Chorus
We got everything but we got nothing
Wake up faded feeling the pain
One more night out let’s make it rain
We got everything but we got nothing
Party bullshit cut a new line
young and stupid this is our time
Welcome to our Disturbia
The suburb of post-suburbia
American Dream Udopia
Young and stupid
Someday I’m gonna leave this town
Find my home in the underground
Nowhere left now to go but down
Young and stupid
Oooooops, I did it again
Repeat Chorus
Bridge
We’re young and we’re stupid
We’re young and we’re stupid
We’re young and we’re stupid
This is our time
We got everything but we got nothing
Wake up faded feel the pain…
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Bridge x 2
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3. |
Pop Fiction - Chapter 2
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“Someday couldn’t come soon enough. So I stole my daddy’s rusty land yacht and set sail on the flyover seas, through the ghost towns and the shadow lands, the toxic rivers and the pipeline crossings, until I washed up on the shores of L.A. like a refugee in my own country. But I wasn’t a refugee for long. I had a talent for spinning my past into legend, and for talking girls out of their best intentions. And I knew how to find the party…”
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Party All Night On Sunset
Words and Music © 2017 Morty Shallman
Party all night on Sunset
Baby wants to Rock, Baby wants to Rock
See how high we can get
Baby wants to Rock, Baby wants to Rock
Cruising’ down the strip in my daddy’s Jag
Sneakin’ shots of Jack from your Hermes bag
Laughin’ at the hookers in their black thigh highs
And the LED starlight in their eyes
Flippin’ off the tourists in their Venice Ts
Starin’ back at us like we’re Royals, please
All the while we’re blastin’ rock radio
It’s the beat of our dreams here we go go go!
Party all night on Sunset
Baby wants to Rock, Baby wants to Rock
See how high we can get
Baby wants to Rock, Baby wants to Rock
Party all night long
To our favorite party rock song
Party all night on Sunset
Baby wants to Rock, Baby wants to Rock
We slink into The Viper for some indie band
Then rock onto The Roxy but there’s barely room to stand
So it’s over to the Rainbow for an old school fix
But the Wizard of Ozzie looks like Nikki Sixx
So we slip into the boy’s room to powder our nose
With some questionable product from these rockabilly bros
Next thing I know is, you’re taking off your clothes
I guess you really like me, here we go go go!
Repeat Chorus
We customize the Standard and we torch the House of Blues
We pity all the baby bands payin’ whiskey dues
We crash some after party in the hills above the strip
And post it all on Instagram, so you better like our shit
It’s a party for the ages
A party for tonight
A party rock anthem to get us through the night
A party for the girls and a party for the guys
But you better make it happen before the sun does rise!
Repeat Chorus x 4
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5. |
Pop Fiction - Chapter 3
00:33
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“She was a good girl with bad ideas––a spoiled child of luxury willing to throw it all away on a dare. The first time I saw her, I knew I was a dead man. But I didn’t care. Because she made her lies seem true enough. And the sex was molten…”
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6. |
She's Breaking Bad
03:34
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She's Breaking Bad
Words and Music © 2017 Morty Shallman, Jeff Blue, Steve Dresser
Throws her feet on the dash
While she’s counting the cash
I gun it and go go go
As we race through the night
See the flash of the lights
No time to lay low low low
She bad
But I don’t give a damn
She bad
No one can understand
So bad
She brings the villain out of me
Her curves are dangerous, treacherous, she’s got me driving insane
Our love is scandalous, such a rush, we’re skidding out in the rain
She knows a million ways to die, but only one way to live
Just the two of us, on the run, that’s why she’s breaking bad
Hit rewind to the start
When she first stole my heart
And blinded my eyes eyes eyes
Got me hooked on the thrill
Then went in for the kill
With her clever disguise guise guise
She bad
But I don’t give a damn
She bad
If evil is her plan
So bad
She brings the villain out of me
Repeat Chorus
Run Fast Cash
She’s breaking bad
Run Fast Cash
She’s breaking bad
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Bridge
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7. |
Pop Fiction - Chapter 4
00:31
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“You know you’ve met your match when she sets your life on fire. This one blew mine up like a suicide bomber in a Gucci romper and heels. Now I’m on my knees, wasted and alone, a fallen eagle with ashes for wings, begging for one last hit of chemical delusion before I drown in the nightmare sea of her betrayal…”
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8. |
Freak
03:48
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Freak
Words and Music © 2017 Morty Shallman
I’ve been down before
I’ve been down before
I’ve been down before
Just a dollar more
Just a dollar more
Just a dollar more
Brings me to you
You lift me up again
Lift me up again
Lift me up again
You’re my only friend
You’re my only friend
You’re my only friend
When I am blue
I’m lost without you
So glad I found you
And there’s nothing in the world
That I won’t do…
You make me feel like I can fly so high
Like an eagle in the sky
Blow like a wind
That’s never gonna die
Live so large like a gangster on the sly
Dream so big but I never have to try
Whooooooooo, I may be a freak but I’m alive
Whooooooooo, I may be a freak but I’m alive
Just a quarter more
Just a quarter more
Just a quarter more
Please let me in the door
Let me in the door
Let me in the door
I’m begging you
I found this bling bling
Must be worth something
Hell, I’ll get down on my knees
And kiss your ring…
Repeat Chorus
I may be a freak but I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
I may be a freak but I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
I may be a freak but I’m alive
I’m may be a freak but I’m alive
Repeat Chorus
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9. |
Pop Fiction - Epilogue
00:49
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“Am I pitiful man, because I see the truth of my destruction, but refuse to take the blame? Am I the author of my own demise, or just another victim of the lies we call Pop Fiction? Does it matter in the end? Or is the end all that matters?”
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Morty Shallman Los Angeles, California
Los Angeles-Based Artist, Musician, Producer, "Literary Pop" progenitor, creator of "Last of the Zacharys," the World's First "Novel with Songs."
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