MAJOR GRACE

From the other side of the class divide

We stand exempt from the modern ferment

We are city street grooves, pavement punctuated rhythms

Offering hope through a sufferer's lament

We look back to the Shindig and the Hullabaloo

That crackled through 1950's living rooms

Mourn the death of an age in these inexplicable days

That came with MTV in the 1980's

To this mal-famed town, blaring summer city

From it's towers in Watts to Santa Monica pier

Resigned in rush hour mediocrity

It's not the end of the world but you can see it from here

Still we desire for life and we wish you well

May you not grow old to forget your young selves

For the sounds of this city compose our song

And if you like it you can sing along



This is Major Grace.



Management/Booking:



IAN MURRAY



Migratory Music



ian@migratorymusic.com