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The Comeback EP

by Let's Make a Music

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1.
LET’S MAKE A MUSIC LET’S get free of the funk that we’re in MAKE some noise out of tweet suggestions Assembling songs and crafting MUSIC that’s divine! Let’s Make a Music (let’s make a music) Let’s Make a Music (let’s make a music) Turning all our thoughts into a song Let’s Make a Music
2.
Dip on IN (Dip on in) Peel off your Skin (You don’t need skin) Feel that cool on your glistening body Hey, where you been? (Hey where you been, babe?) You have climbed your way up to a fresher echelon We’ll dunk you by your tendon, our achilles’ special’s on. If you’re feeling oily, try a trip up to our spa We’re waiting so come to the place where you can feel like *POP* AHHHHHH (I’M JUST A FRESH BABY WITH A COLA) If you yearn (I feel you yearn) To cool that burn (Turning red to blue, babe) Grab a cucumber, jump in the pool Time for your heal turn (Like relaxing wrestlers) You have climbed your way up to a fresher echelon You’ll find the bath more cooling once your mortal flesh is gone. If you’re feeling oily, try a trip up to our spa We’re waiting so come to the place where you can feel like *POP* AHHHHHH (I’M JUST A FRESH BABY WITH A COLA) (I’M JUST A FRESH BABY WITH A COLA) (I’M JUST A FRESH BABY WITH A COLA) (I’M JUST A FRESH BABY WITH A COLA) (I’M JUST A FRESH BABY WITH A COLA) (I’M JUST A FRESH BABY WITH A COLA) (I’M JUST A FRESH BABY WITH A COLA)
3.
It was the middle of the summer, I was staying at a Radisson Blu The breakfast was continental and the creamers were hazelnut too I loaded up my plate with seconds, like a greedy raccoon. I was wearing my red moon boots, and I was headed out soon. I rented out an applebees for a safe and swanky affair A dinner for one so fancy even kings would want to be there I brought my flavored mayo and I ate till I had my fill But that’s when I saw them, coming over the hill These handsome gents all shining bright Their biceps flexing in the light Revealing their prodigious might It was a HUNK NIGHT SUMMER A HUNK NIGHT SUMMER It was a HUNK NIGHT SUMMER THE HUNKS ARE BACK IN TOWN AGAIN I didn’t know from where they hailed, but boy am I glad that they’re here. They brought their own champagne and a pyramid of chandeliers. Watching them all grooving, all my worries began to fade Just a bunch of muscle boys, and my summer was made These handsome gents all shining bright Their biceps flexing in the light Revealing their prodigious might It was a HUNK NIGHT SUMMER A HUNK NIGHT SUMMER It was a HUNK NIGHT SUMMER I WISH THIS SUMMER’D NEVER END These handsome gents made summer last My memories in amber, cast Now golden relics of the past Gimme gimme just gimme gimme a little hunk in my summer Gimme gimme just gimme gimme a little hunk in my summer Gimme gimme just gimme gimme a little hunk Gimme gimme just gimme gimme a little hunk (repeat) HUNK NIGHT SUMMER HUNK NIGHT SUMMER HUNK NIGHT SUMMER HUNK NIGHT SUMMER
4.
Haunted Home 02:34
(Hey Doreen. No, I can see you, but I can’t hear you, I think your mic’s off. Yeah, building chandeliers just isn’t the same when you’re working remote. Did I mention, uh…) My roommate’s been missing And he won’t pay his rent I’ve searched through the house high and low He’s elusive and flaky I can’t tell where he went Why I live with a ghost, I don’t know Living in a haunted home Would be fine if I lived with a friend It’d be no worry if I lived with Tim Curry But I don’t, so this nightmare won’t end (This meeting was supposed to start at 3, right? We’ll give them a few more minutes.) Have I mentioned my house Is like a big Russian doll? Countless houses are nestled within This matryoshka’s concerning Especially since learning There’s a drip that I can’t seem to pin Living in a haunted home Would be fine if it weren’t so vast And I know that if only I weren’t so bonely The estate wouldn’t leave me aghast (I Slacked Trevor, he says he’ll be here in a second.) The corridors wind And I’m losing my mind As the rooms multiply and implode The floorplan’s diverging New hallways emerging And my psyche begins to corrode The dripping is constant It’ll never be fixed And my roommate’s ignoring his dues But the real thing that’s shocking Is the ghost keeps on walking On the carpets while wearing his shoes (“Hey guys, sorry I’m late!”) (HOLD ON ONE SECOND TREVOR) Living in a haunted home Would be fine if my roommate were clean The shoe rack’s apparent, but his shoe placement’s errant And it’s ruining my Halloween (Okay, Trevor, you can go ahead and share your screen now...)
5.
It’s true you might not fully know Exactly what these lyrics show But tune them out and you shall see Trust in the song, and simply be A book deal with a cash advance A brimming cup of velvet pants Falling asleep before the chapter ends Developing object permanence Don’t be afraid, put it out of mind There’s nothing to see, you’re not left behind When you are back on the shore you will find The ocean is still there A flattened rug bump staying down A milky breeze as you stroll through town Plunge your hand into the beans Doesn’t matter what it means Turn off your brain and use your heart ‘Cause now the nonsense verse will start Petrichor sumptuous bungalow Aurora cherish sweet bordeaux Don’t be afraid, put it out of mind There’s nothing to see, you’re not left behind When you are back, on the shore you will find The ocean is still there We’re here on the ground, we look up at the stars A frontier that’s cherished by kings and by czars It’s perfectly fine that we’re not up on Mars The ocean is still there You may reflect, now that you’re fifteen On all of these words and what they may mean But don’t think too hard, there’s nothing to glean The ocean is still there The ocean is still there
6.
ABBOT FRED: In this harvest’s bounty, we partake Grateful for what the fields have grown As opossums, we now cook and bake In Green Bastion, which we call our home These walls of verdant stone The joyful times I’ve known have come and gone In these ancestral halls We’ll feast until the calling of the dawn JANGLES: Raspberry cordial from the cask Mushroom flan and wheels of cheddar cheese To make this feast, each opossum has its task Now that it’s done, sit back and feel at ease The butter that we churn Will sate the yearning possums of the cloth The flame devours the wick The blood of battle’s thicker than the broth The great hall is filled with jovial cries The dishes huge when with our hands compared The value of a dinner solely lies In the hearty folks with whom it’s shared The torch begins to dim The dandelion ale is brimming still Our spirits glowing strong We opossums sing a song of our goodwill ALL THE OPOSSUMS: La la la la la la la la la! (x4) FRED, JANGLES, SWINGLESS: These walls of verdant stone The joyful times I’ve known have come and gone In these ancestral halls We’ll feast until the calling of the dawn

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Let's Make a Music has been reborn, like a phoenix that talks too much about Icelandic yogurt. Enjoy journeying from the a summer filled with hunks all the way to the warm halls of Green Bastion.

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released November 16, 2020

Music by Jonah Scott (BMI)
Lyrics by Brian Gilbert (BMI), Karen Han, & Laura Gilbert

Produced by Jonah Scott

Jonah Scott - All instruments, vocals (tracks 1 & 6)
Brian Gilbert - Vocals
Karen Han - Vocals, oboe (track 6)
Laura Gilbert - Vocals (track 1)

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jonah Scott

Album art by Karen Han

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