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These Are The Good Times

by Mouse Powell

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1.
Heaven 02:38
Told my momma I was gonna be a rapper Make the type of music that you name your child after I was the kid that was waiting on the rapture like if it's gonna fall let me finish on this chapter Grew up on the right side across the wrong tracks There's moments in your life that you delete from your past, But me I'm looking back and I can't even try to act like this the first time that I ever saw a hash pipe Quit smoking it gave me anxiety Really I just got tired of buying weed I'm breathing easy finally If I can be whatever I wanna be it's about time I start being me My Christmas lights are on my crib 24/7 Every amp that I own goes up to 11 Me I think the dive bar smells like heaven So chances are I'll be looking for excederine You that neighbor who gets loud when he drinks? You know that dude throwing up in your sink? You know that kid on your block who should've been an astronaut but would rather spend his whole life on a beat? Well that's me. I'm going in. If got money to lend give it here She grins when my notes get to bending her ear And me I think it's time that we stop starting over and start smiling Happy endings are here. We don't all get to be what we want but when you breathe a little easier it's easier to want less. Alright living under starlight They got the loot. We got the bar tonight. Y'all came here to party right? Put your hands in the sky it'll be alright.
2.
Two Weeks 02:31
Two more weeks and I'm home One more month and I'm gone And I might not be around like I used to But I still be writing these songs They bumping that new school I mean new new That new shit I ain't used to A billion visits on YouTube but you still can't figure out who's who Who the fuck am I now? It's hard to figure it out Always said if I made it hear I'd figure a way I could make out Now I say as long as I'm here might as well try to make it count I want your respect. I want your love. And I want your money in large amounts. This the hundredth song that I wrote this year, and I hope to hear that applause I swear to God when my vocals clear I can take whatever I want See that opening and I'm going in And I hope you're here when I'm back But if you're not just know I tried and I won't be holding you back Good times. You deserve twice as many as I got in my life Torn between a decision, a destination and a wife. And I hope you're alright. Two more weeks and I'm home One more month and I'm gone And I might not be around like I used to But I still be writing these songs I'm shaking it off like an earthquake Everyday here's my birthday Til my phone rings and I see your face and I miss home in the worst way They're bumping uglies no first name Wasn't thinking bout you til the verse came You all up over my brain I'm one shot from going insane So pass the bottle hope tomorrow we don't remember today I'm thinking I wanna start over and I'm praying to god you stay It's the change its the pain You Can't handle staying the same They build the lane you break it down now take a look at what you gained If a fan remembers my name They remember the show they remember the light the remember my face they remember the stage but they don't remember my life Well then what's gained? Two more weeks and I'm home One more month and I'm gone And I might not be around like I used to But I still be writing these songs
3.
It's been a minute since I saw snow maybe I'll head north
 The company you keep determines what a mans worth If thats the truth then what are friends for
? Dirty couches and nights across the kitchen floor Nah. It's more than that. Community in tact 
these people have my back. I know that I could leave without ever looking back
 and that's the most beautiful thing when you can let the present pass
 Well, the pastor say You gotta pray for all the souls that passed away I passed Keith the day his dad passed away A week of teardrops passed and then we passed the grave
 Fast forward to now and I feel half my age We were fifteen then but now that jacks my ace 
They cracked the glass with that click clack hooray
 Showed a moment of celebration they had passed the day
 We ain't never been better than this moment right now and I want that forever Clever. I'm living on the beat knock 
For every tear shed theres a dot with an ink blot
 Nanas home chili that hit the sweet spot lost on the ten somewhere in my deep thought
 I realize I find myself when I let myself
 Let go of who I am and forget myself
 Thats really something I get a lot more accomplished when they think that I'm a nothing
 The ego inside me always wants to think I'm buzzing like there's something in the distance and if I hit the road running 
I can catch it So I'ma catch it, release it, and catch it again
 Here I am again steady chasing down my shadow When the sun sets I can finally lose the battle 

Dancing in the rain 
As it falls down I feel purified again Guess you know the game 
Sing the song but I still don't know if I've been saying And I don't wanna fall asleep so I'll just wait
 And I'll be dancing in the rain A lot of things changed when I made it on my own I put a record out with Al made a song about my home
me and Keith got drunk got robbed and got grown
learned ends don't meet until you're asking for a loan
I never asked for shit until i made my first record
when I was broke I didn't eat unless keith made the supper and thinking back I never thanked him
that was crucial at the moment in my life so thanks man And now Im sitting here off 13th and Mitchell still cant believe I made it this far from Litchfield Things are better than ever and thats a big deal came a long way from eating fries out the kids meal I cant believe its been 2 damn years They say Mouse thats my boy. How you do that there? Tell you the truth, I don't know how I do it my life meets my soul, the result is the music Dancing in the rain 
As it falls down I feel purified again Guess you know the game 
Sing the song but I still don't know if I've been saying And I don't wanna fall asleep so I'll just wait
 And I'll be dancing in the rain I spent another year steady chasing down my shadow
When the sun sets I can finally lose the battle
4.
Brass Monkey 04:10
Now if I'm drinking at the bar you can order me a whiskey Wait what do you mean I can get a mickeys for three fifty I got thirty on a case tell my friends we're getting shitty Bring silver tape party time committee On some one little two little 40 little ounces We playing Edward forty hands at Mouse's Jumping on the couches and throwing bottles at the train They're fucking on the roof yo the party is insane I got a funnel a tube and a lotta bad decisions And Through the tunnel vision I'm lookin at you the only rule is that there are no rules So play it cool lets party like we graduated school Sippy sip that malt liquor down to the label Swap it with the orange juice sitting on the table There's a steely in the fridge Get yourself a cup Tip it up But save the last one for MCA though Everywhere we go people seem amazed How a brass monkey taste when you take it the face We some broke ass low class no cash having ass friends like this the time goes so fast Gentlemen this is vodka Women those men are pussies Take em to Scottdale before they get their money tooken Round here we drink til the sun starts to shine Get in line were doing what the doctor had in mind Landmines and quarters and shots oh my The couch looks full but the floor feels fine The liquor stores close and for six bucks at most We can party round the fire til we run outta toasts It goes we got the bottle you got the cup come on everybody cause we're gettin fucked up We got the bottle if y'all got the cup come on everybody cause we're drinking 40 ounces get em by the case Brass monkey sippin orange juice saints Ain't nobody tripping on that bitter beer face Ain't no food in my fridge ain't no loot in my bank Oj Tampico and sunkist westside kids getting faded on some dumb shit This that shake the house with the speaker in the trunk shit All that liquid courage got me thinkin that my tongues slick Go go kitchen table got a troll Backyard packed sleeping bodies on the floor Two golden forties taped in to each hand Crowd like a riot screaming do a keg stand Now knock knock somebody called the cops Don't open the door just turn the lights off Screaming in a whisper dumb girl tryin to talk Shut the fuck up Ayo I think they're gone Plug in the speakers turn the lights on take a chug out the bottles taped to your palm We got the 40's if you wonder what we on You got the orange juice Y'all know the song
5.
So build your castle to watch it fall She laughs cause she saw it all Heaven might be an after thought I mean we're only human after all And I ain't trying to talk like I'm in the spotlight But if its alright raise your glass to the ones that fought like they lost the most That's because it cost life What's your life like? Live it up like you only get one life time Watch the skyline forget the white lie Tonight might be the last night your light shines All on your instincts fuck what your friends think Write it all down like you're running out of pen ink Hit that play it like a six string. Step by step and day by day someday I'm gonna break away but not today Revolution won't be til tomorrow I'm a little unstable when I don't write songs The panic attacks turn me to Charles Bronson On my roof in a lawn chair drinking like proof that there's something going on here Fall down wake up pass out bruises Booze says it lives where the juice is Whole lotta loose ends scribbled on napkins Whiskey shots then this happened I wrote these songs at a bar Played them at home cause I couldn't get far Got a mind of my own and I'm driving my car as far as it goes then I'm willing to walk And I'd be willing to talk if you're talking progress Anything else is nonsense Creative process Builds and losses Fill the gaps til they fill your pockets Good god they broke my drive Opened fire and I close my eyes Rest a while I'ma be just fine It's only real inside my mind. They only said it could grow if you were ready to go It's always better when you're living like you're already home
6.
Eight months spent writing songs in the same chair Some days it works better when I ain't here Lotta times I know that I act like aint care My life keeps falling apart though when I ain't here Aint scared to tell you I'm lost My god it's a homemade cross Credit scores and payment costs It ain't cost the world but it cost a lot I wasn't kidding when I said these were my best times Best lines came in depressed times Move on move out and if they stop ya Pick and you find a new route keep em watching I wasn't one to pick apart a sunny day Just keep the sun on my back and I'll be on my way Ignore the fact that you're a runaway Some run faster then others oh what a funny race One foot in front the other Where lightning strikes there's bound to be thunder Don't drink the water don't breathe the air Don't take no shit don't get too weird Don't care if you say you're a fan of me Just keep it all in the family Ill meet you in the middle if you're looking for insanity Ill be the one you belittle if it helps with your vanity We all got a price some take more I won't be content til the rents secure So that's the front door if you don't like it bounce I don't drink no shit that I can't pronounce Ain't changed but I found my lane I been down but I found a way and all I hear is that we all sound the same around my town today but ain't nothing fucking with me The dude abides move aside Lose the tude if you choose to ride We don't lose the drive we gon move tonight This ain't suicide this is do or die I'ma be alright I'ma be just fine Don't get to weird Don't lose your mind
7.
House keys hanging from the handle of thefront door I think my cars at the bar but I'm not sure And where the fuck did I leave my wallet They need to make an app so when I'm drunk I can call it But that's the kinda thing that requires a phone The House and the bed an the shoes ain't my own All that tequila is fucking with my balance But when I'm drunk I remember my talents Last night I was the life of the party Smoking in the garage taking pics on your Harley Every girls inebriated wet dream I'm like Brad Pitt riding on a jet ski I'm like Bruce Wayne fist fighting Jet Li I'm like some kinda sick animal they set free So lord forgive me cause I'm straying off the subject It's 2:40 am and I'm punk in drublic I need a shot of Jameson I wanna drink til I feel like I'm famouse People a strange strangers are funny I'm gonna drink like its not my money So woah oh a oh oh Some day ill have to change But for the moment life Is great I found my apartment sitting where I left it Cracked phone screen and a bunch of missed messages But I the best parts this All My roommates all know what a mess I is They say a family that smokes together jokes together Load one up so we can see who can toke it better I got bike with a broken pedal And if the liquor stores close we can go together And ain't nothing quite like those Ash Ave trees With the sun on your back and your buzz in the breeze And of course you need the hair from the dog that bit ya Hangover gods can go forget ya And That's how it happens numbers on napkins Girlfriends you'll never see again but That's passionate give that glass a lick suck that lime And pretend its a rappers dick Good times fly so don't let em stop 1:45 racing the clock Windows down feel the bass and the rock Jump that gear feel the way that it pops And it's rides there it feels nice here Something right in that night air Drinking on roofs in a lawn chair I'm a hundred proof feeling quite rare So fight that urge to fight that Shut up and just light that Family ties and close friends And exes that never write back It's all right here with a 12 pack Me and you have seen hell and back So pass me a beer and let's crack that Good times coming right back go
8.
I was chillin at the Blunt Club when I first met Mona Lisa She slid me a shot of whiskey I said it's sure nice to meet you. Well there's nothing to do. Typically I'd be out but I ain't have loot for the brew I opened up my gmail and found a nude pic or two And a beat sitting there so I looped it on through You know you're favorite rapping rodent used to be 22 I guess it's true the future comes out of the blue A lot changed that year I got down with a crew Learned a lot about growing and placing my moves It's funny how the time flies watching it fly by Found your end while you were helping me find mine I'm from the West side not the land of the drive by The land of the pool party sunset skyline Been four years since I told Momma bye bye And in those years I dreamt about highlife If I die lay me under the skyline Like a scratched pair of Pumas hanging off that wire One for the rhythm and the story that I'm kicking Two for the last beer waiting in the kitchen Three for the women that I let out of my life If it wasn't for commitment then you could've been my wife That's that shit. Yea let me get a witness if you wanna ride the train smoke a joint and do the dishes I'm jumping over barrels trying to make it to a princess If that don't pan out I'll be looking for forgiveness again Then it's on to the next Another stuff lip and a song about sex Set my alarm for how long I can rest It won't be long when I'm looking at my checks these days My checks look like speed limits What the fuck you think I'm gonna buy with a drink ticket One shot. Two shots. Three shots down. A tip on the counter and a cab ride home Like goodnight, but it's already sunrise That's about the moment that you noticed the fun died Girl in your bed was just waking to some guy Didn't even know your real name I guess thats One for the rhythm and the story that I'm kicking Two for the last beer waiting in the kitchen Three for the women that I let out of my life If it wasn't for commitment then you could've been my wife I know I been gone a lot but my smile is all I got No pots of gold just plots of road Loose music notes and a whiskey shot
9.
What A Trip 04:45
And I can tell by the way that you're angry You ain't gonna save me baby you should let go And if I come back home Know that you could make it on your own It happens time and time again If I could find myself I would find a friend At 13 I tried to hippy hop a cable Split my chin up on the cement And swore I'd never ride a skateboard again Yea I was crazier then It's kinda crazy lookin back on all the phases you're in Mohawks, skinny jeans, tall tees, mini vans , skateboards , fixed gears, punk rock, indie bands I seen it all it made me everything I am When rancid plays I still say that's the jam Damn, it's been a minute since I checked in The records still spinning where I left it Degrees still sitting at on my what will I do next list And I still ain't eating breakfast much We made it on the guest list but had to drop a couple friends It ain't that they stopped calling I just stopped calling them Love is good life is short t for what ever its worth If you say you're down to work then my times always yours And I can tell by the way that you're angry You ain't gonna save me baby you should let go And if I come back home Know that you could make it on your own It happens time and time again If I could find myself I would find a friend At 18 I learned a lot about the friend zone She ain't even touch the ball and had me dreaming of the end zone since my first tour I don't think I've been home Yea man whatever high school was the shit though Me and Chris Williams rolling in his Camry Dreaming bout the day I leave town and win a Grammy Movies every Friday I fell in love with Danie I'd still blow it in my pants if she offered me a handy What a trip what a trip does What a difference a day makes What do you call it when you make enemies from yesterday's playmates So if you know me spread the love If you don't then wisen up Raise your glass call your girl and if your drunk take the bus Damn it almost bright out turn the lights out Take the long way home and find the right route Put those head phones on let it ride out Loosen up your trucks if you're with me light a white owl And I can tell by the way that you're angry You ain't gonna save me baby you should let go And if I come back home Know that you could make it on your own It happens time and time again If I could find myself I would find a friend What a trip what a trip does What id do to catch a quick buzz Five hours from here theres a place where we can get lunch and chill and act like its real Or pretend that it's pretend Either way I'm going still so call me if you're in I'm just trying to find a way to roll this stone Some folks get home sick I'm getting sick of home So I'm leaving in the AM Ain't no way that I'll be staying So when the whistle blows I'll be hoppin on the train Mom says I'm a dreamer Ref says I'm a schemer I don't think I'm either but I'm somewhere in between there I'm Clark Kent without the powers dreaming here for hours of the day I get to fuck Lois Lane up in the shower It looks better in my rear view I'm headed for the coast I'll call you when I get a clear view

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released November 12, 2013

Written and Performed by Bill “Mouse” Powell
Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by Andrew “The Ref” Johnson
Mastered by Carl Saff

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Mouse Powell Tempe, Arizona

White rapper. Bad dancer. Good sexer. Bad texter. Above average handsome.

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