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Erma from Burma

from Live Slow. Die Whenever. by The Grammar Club

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This song is about Erma, who could just as easily have been Maude, and comes from Burma in the year 2079. Only, Burma doesn't even exist anymore. Time paradox! Maybe it came back. Maybe it fell off the earth and lives in space. All we know is that's where Erma's from, although she doesn't live there anymore, due to personal reasons.

-Ty

lyrics

Beefy:
Her name was Erma
Cut quite an impressive figure
Rocking LEDs and glitter
Some do big she do it bigger

Estate that cost a fortune
Located right near the ocean
She caused quite a large commotion
In every single language spoken, mercy

Shael:
I want to ride on the wings of a tiger
I need to fly on the smoke of a stack
I've got to live as a sausage and onion?
Who's left here to never come back

Beefy:
Got a look in her eyes
She can see you coming
And her stare burned into your brain
If you were wise
You would jump up running
Without ever looking back again

But we both know you're not going to
Dressed to the Nine-hundred-Ninety-Twos
Her gown can alter its shape and hue
Whispers "what would you like to do?"

Shael:
Erma from Burma
Where the desert whispers to the grieving sea
Ostentatiously dressed she knew this place was the best
But then for personal reasons she left

Beefy:
Grabbed by the hand, hang if ya can
If you wanna paint this whole town red
Get a little torrid till like 4 in the morning
We can sleep baby when we dead
And with that said homie when she rest, hear me
Know that she put to shame that negligee
Crashing the borders, see her rally supports
But melting when she just says "hey"

Bringing big guns out, Generation Umlaut
Twittergrammingfacebookspace
Killing the high life, live in the spotlight
But she's growing tired of this place
That gorgeous face always on display
You can sense that your time together growing short
Get a little drastic in a flair for romantics
Say marry me and be a sport, she said

Baby that's sweet, but it's been less than a week
And I need new stories to tell the new strangers that I meet
But our time here was gold, but now I'm hitting the road
It's been swell babe but I've got to roll

Shael:
Erma from Burma
Where the desert whispers to the grieving sea
Ostentatiously dressed she knew this place was the best
But then for personal reasons she ceased to be here

Ty:
She's left to the west they say
That's if you can even trust what they tell you
Or if it even matters, anyway
What I'm trying to say is take a grain of salt
With the sand at the sea it's just a story
It's just an allegorical reference to a hypothetical princess
Whose name is Erma
(Decide for yourself how much is true)

She's the heiress of Mandalay yet
She was born in alleyway?
I don't believe this hyperbole
She's from the two thousand seventies?
Seventy-nine more specifically
Doesn't add up arithmetically
The Burma she knows is gone
It fell into the sea

credits

from Live Slow. Die Whenever., released August 5, 2018
Beefy - Lyrics, Vocals
Glenn - Additional arrangement, Vocals
Shael - Music, Lyrics, Vocals
Sean - Arrangement, Production, Guitar
Tanner - Mastering
Ty - Production, Additional arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals

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Above art by Hex (zombiehiphophex.deviantart.com)

Album art by Ricky Henry and Joe Dunn

Additional site art by Art League Houston

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