Seafoam​/​Still Grungy

by Al Mirabella & the Mid-Life Crises

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Hey! Al Mirabella here. These are the first two songs we're releasing officially by my band, Al Mirabella & The Mid-Life Crises. We're all busy adults, so who's to say when we're going to release more music, but we would love to come play in your punk squat or seasonal office party.

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released January 3, 2017

Production on these tracks handled by Cooper Dalrymple in his home studio.
The art for this release was done by our friend Evan Csulik, check out his other art and commission info here:
www.evancsulik.com

Al Mirabella & The Mid-Life Crises on this release were:
Nathan Marona - Bass/Vocals
Amanda Martins - Piano/Mini Korg/Vocals
Cooper Dalrymple - Drums/Vocals
Al Mirabella - Guitar/Vocals

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Al Mirabella & the Mid-Life Crises Pensacola, Florida

AL MIRABELLA IS DEAD. Just kidding. Actually I just make music in Al Mirabella & the Mid-Life Crises now.

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Track Name: Seafoam
That particular Florida, northwestern Florida seafoam green
Lined the streets off the beat where we chose to meet
And this is me in real life: I'm sorry that I didn't live up to my internet profile

But I get better with time, or maybe worse with time
Like a fine wine, it's a quality of mine that I like
And the back of my car is flooded with cassettes
And a couple wet blankets and sometimes a couple of friends
Who are just like me, and ugly on the outside
But pretty in our organs, in our hearts and in our eyes

We see a great expanse in a cul-de-sac
And we'll drive down this street til we've got to turn back
And we'll start again...but we won't start again again
Track Name: Still Grungy After All These Years
I predicted way back when what I'd be like today:
Dressed funny, less funny, still funny in a different way
Never thought I'd have got my hand's back on this old denim vest
It's been folded since I finally got it out, now I'm right back in it again

Still grungy after all these years
I'm starting to get big just like my dad

It's not the vestments, it's not the patches, it's not even words, it's inflection
I used to sing I was more than a set of fibers and cells
What I've got is not just wrinkles, worn out eyes, and thirty extra pounds

This barbershop that you've gutted is a rented world
It's so strange to feel nostalgic for something I never did experience
That's why they still sell Lisa Frank Binders
That's why they brought back the Polaroid Camera
Quintin Tarantino, he still makes a lot of money
Netflix couldn't get enough to finally nab the Olsen Twins

No longer working for a minimum wage
Other than that, nothing much has changed

It's not the vestments, it's not the patches, it's not even words, it's inflection
I used to sing I was more than a set of fibers and cells
What I've got is not just wrinkles, worn out eyes, and thirty extra pounds

God bless Ameria, freedom or whatever
Sting like a killer bee, float like a feather
Drink til you pass out, drop out of college
When did it start being cool to be so damn apathetic?

Why does every song have a joke in it's name?
I give a shit about sincerity.