Thanks to "shandrydan" for requesting" <3
Here is what they had to say about the song:
Fav: "The sound was like music, We were a movie."
I saw these guys playing the opening set for a Say Anything/Motion City Soundtrack show. They were amazing. By the end of the night, I was more excited that I got to see the opening act than anything else.
This song's all about those teenage years spent with a car full of friends, little direction, and a lot of laughs. Something that I hope most people would be able to relate. Most of my life has been spent in the backseat of my best friend's Cavalier, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Lets get a little bit of background on the band:
Website: http://www.agreatbigpileofleaves.com/
From: Brooklyn, NY
Members:
Peter Weiland - Guitarist/Singer
Tyler Soucy - Drummer
Tucker Yaro - Bass
You can download their new record, “Have You Seen My Prefrontal Cortex?”, for free on their webiste.
Here is what they had to say about the song:
Fav: "The sound was like music, We were a movie."
I saw these guys playing the opening set for a Say Anything/Motion City Soundtrack show. They were amazing. By the end of the night, I was more excited that I got to see the opening act than anything else.
This song's all about those teenage years spent with a car full of friends, little direction, and a lot of laughs. Something that I hope most people would be able to relate. Most of my life has been spent in the backseat of my best friend's Cavalier, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Lets get a little bit of background on the band:
Website: http://www.agreatbigpileofleaves.com/
From: Brooklyn, NY
Members:
Peter Weiland - Guitarist/Singer
Tyler Soucy - Drummer
Tucker Yaro - Bass
You can download their new record, “Have You Seen My Prefrontal Cortex?”, for free on their webiste.
LYRICS:
Friday afternoon would roll around after a week of catching up on sleep,
That was missed from the weekend before.
Classtime was great for catching up on sleep.
We’d bomb right over to the donut shop to collect bags of whatever we could get our hands on,
It usually ended up to be an abundance that would start the night off.
The sound was like music,
We were a movie.
Then heading to the packie,
With hopes that a fake ID would be enough to make it a little more lively.
We’d drive around for hours with no direction and no goal except to act stupid,
And intertwine ourselves into situations to laugh about.
A Great Big Pile of Leaves - Alligator Bop
Reviewed by Shane
on
Sunday, February 20, 2011
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