Moon falling down Lyrics.

You can hear sound clips on our store page. Here are the lyrics to all the songs on "moon falling down" (lyrics from "Something's Brewing" are here):

  1. Mr. ESP - A hip-hop hit on spam
  2. Hard For Me - Romance, escape and adventure
  3. Fat Chance - This one is either about really bad weather, or really good sex. You decide
  4. Don't Answer Yet - A true story about an old boyfriend who is now an old girlfriend
  5. Mista Barista - Obsession, thy name is chocolate
  6. Snap On Girl - Just looking for someone to enter my market space
  7. Boomerang Boy - A journey
  8. Brazilian Wax - I dedicate this one to my parents, who are guilty as charged
  9. Personal Ads - Sometimes, size does matter
  10. Circle of Stuff - This is for my sister, who actually married the UPS Guy
  11. Moon Falling Down - What fills the space between two souls

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Mr. ESP
© Eva Moon

My heart has been abducted and flown around the globe
My head’s been deconstructed I’m ready for your probe
You’re using psychic powers to send me to the moon
The rapture lasts for hours the heat could bend a spoon

Ooooooh, Mr. E.S.P. You’re playing with T.N.T.
Channel the limits of X.T.C. Please don’t stop, Mr. E.S.P.

An out of body feeling, is this just lunacy?
Or have you been revealing a dark conspiracy?
Our thoughts are intertwined. You’re filling up my soul
You penetrate my mind and then I lose control

Chorus

I’m rising toward the light, the feeling so intense
Transcending at the height near death experience
My paranormal lover you must have ESP
How else could you discover just what would set me free?

Ooooooh, Mr. E.S.P. Oh baby, it’s XTC
C’mon and set off that TNT Please don’t stop, Mr. E.S.P!

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Hard For Me
© Eva Moon

Sunday in the park, we hid behind a hedge
Couldn’t wait ‘til later, we’re living on the edge
Footsteps on the sidewalk, people going past
Add a thrill to splendor in the grass.
Looking for a chance to get some time alone
Now we’re hooked on love in the danger zone.
We really oughta stop. Someone’s gonna see.
But you make it so hard for me.

Hard for me… so hard for me.
We really oughta stop. Someone’s gonna see. But baby, it’s hard for me.

We did it at the market, behind the meat display
And later at the all you can eat buffet
Don’t forget the parking lot, behind the pub
And the night we joined the mile high club.
Sunday on the slopes, miles from the car
Lying in the snow was a bit too far.
You laid down your jacket, a touch of class
Even so I nearly froze my ass.

Hard for me… so hard for me.
We really oughta stop. Someone’s gonna see. But baby, it’s hard for me.

Gotta tell you something, babe, I hate to plead
I just want a comfy place to do the deed
Just as we begin, the kids are at the door
Let’s go back to the hardware store.

Hard for me… so hard for me.
We really oughta stop. Someone’s gonna see.
Baby we deserve a little privacy
If only we could find somewhere safe to be
But baby, it’s hard for me.

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Fat Chance
© Eva Moon

You walk in like you own the place. Tough guy with a baby face
Catch my eye ‘cross the floor. Stroll on up, smell a score
Flash your Rolex and your rings. Loaded down with iced-out bling
“Hey baby.” Forget this dive. How ‘bout we go for a drive?

I’m gonna say it, plain as I can
Your Rolex is fake, so’s your tan
You want me to go with you
Here’s what you gotta do…

Swim the highest mountain. Climb the deepest sea
Catch a train to Mars and bring it back to me
Sail the Sahara. Win the Tour de France.
I’m telling you… FAT CHANCE

You still here in my face. Way too late to make your case
Brag about your pimped out ride. Fur-lined seats and a bar inside
iPod packed with bootleg blues. Cell phone skin to match your shoes.
Diamond stud in your tongue. And oh yeah, you say you’re hung

Well, here’s a dollar, go buy a clue
Button your shirt. Lose the tattoos
You ain’t said one thing true
And that’s not all you gotta do

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Don't Answer Yet
© Eva Moon

Alone and wide awake at three, TV my only company
Not a thing to do but zap through stations selling useless crap
Then one infomercial stud put the boil in my blood
I sat up in my bed when he looked at me and said,

Can’t find your perfect mate? Can’t take one more boring date?
Had enough? Are you sick of guys who finish way too quick?
Ladies, feel like a queen with our 10-speed love machine
Fits all sizes, runs all day. For all this, what would you pay?
Wait! Don’t answer yet!

Act now and you also get a sixteen-piece attachment set
Why wait for that guy to call? One device can do it all
New! Improved! Now on sale! Cheaper imitations fail.
We’re standing by the phones. What would you give to have your own?
Wait! Don’t answer yet!

Only for a limited time: priced so low it’s a crime
Vibrate, pulsate, twist or twirl: The must-have gift for any girl
Comes with everything you need. Satisfaction guaranteed.
Happy users all say “wow!” What would you pay now?
Wait! Don’t answer yet!

Never heard what else he said. I leapt from my lonely bed.
I was done tolerating . . .
I could not hold back a moan as I grabbed the telephone
Here’s the way to get my kicks. What the Hell. I ordered six.

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Mista Barista
© Eva Moon

The coffee house was tempting, all the treats on view
The one I had my eye on was serving up the brew
He said, “What do you want?” Visions filled my head
I drank in his handsome mug and this is what I said

I’ve got a blazing thirst for a cup of something hot
To satisfy my craving for a steaming double shot
A tall one in my hands, I feel the heat within
Raise it to my lips, foam runs down my chin

Mmm, mmm, Mista Barista. Don’t try to resist
I really insist on your best shot, woooooo, your best shot, Mista Barista

I’ve got a burning hunger for a taste of something sweet
Baby you have just the thing I’m in the mood to eat
Love to lick the icing so honey if you’re willing
Serve me something sinful with a creamy filling

Mmm, mmm, Mista Barista. You got me in a twist
I really insist on your best shot, woooooo, your best shot, Mista Barista

Short or tall won’t do at all, I’m in the mood for plenty
Underneath your apron I know you are a venti
The way you pull the shots, babe, I’m gonna blow
Come on. Fill my cup. Make it overflow.

Mmm, mmm, Mista Barista. I will persist
I really insist on your best shot, woooooo, Oh God, oh yes…your best shot…

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Snap On Girl
© Eva Moon

She walks up to the closet door
Last night’s parts are on the floor
Doesn’t care. She scans the shelf
Brand new parts for a brand new self

A dozen heads. Which one to choose?
A hundred feet. And they all need shoes
A thousand styles. She picks one
Snaps it on and her day’s begun

Snap on. Her look is chic.
Snap on. From a hot boutique.
Snap on. It’s a perfect fit.
Snap on. With her brand new tits.
Oh yeah. It’s a snap on world
For a snap on girl

She’s going out, she wants to score
Last night’s man is out the door
Doesn’t care. She is no fool
Lotta guys got snap on tools
A dozen clubs. Knows where to go
A hundred men. Who’s got the dough?
A thousand lines. Heard every one
Makes a choice and her night’s begun

Snap on. Drives a trendy car.
Snap on. To a spendy bar.
Snap on. It’s a perfect place
Snap on. For a brand new face
Oh yeah. It’s a snap on world
For a snap on girl

In her room at night she’s all alone
And all the pieces come undone
One by one she stacks them on the chair
When she’s done there’s nothing there

Oh yeah. It’s a snap on world
For a snap on girl
Oh yeah…
She’s a snap on girl

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Boomerang Boy
© Eva Moon

I say goodbye to my only child
Don’t worry, mama, he said with a smile
He walk away. I wipe a tear.
I shut the door and give a mighty cheer

We did our job. Our family it is blessed
Now it’s my turn to enjoy an empty nest
The boy left home. Off to be a man
Three months later and he’s back where he began

Boomerang Boy, Boomerang Boy
Fly away but he do not stay
Boomerang Boy, Boomerang Boy
Ought to roam, but he come back home

Ain’t got no money and he got a student loan
Girls want to call him, but we cut off his cell phone
He like to party, but the money all been spent
Living large is easy when you don’t pay no rent

We used to have quiet. Now I hear the X-box
Can’t see the floor through piles of dirty socks
Once I could find me a snack or beverage
Now here I stand and stare at an empty fridge.

Boomerang boy…

What for dinner, mama? Hope there’s enough for more
Love your home cooking and my friends are at the door
Always wash and clean the house, run the vacuum ‘cross the floor
But don’t you start too early, cause I was up ‘til four

Boomerang boy…

Time to go cuz you all grown
Make it soon cuz I need your room
Change the lock now you on your own

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Brazilian Wax
© Eva Moon

Even after all this time same old recipe’s mighty fine
But no matter how you slice it up, sometimes you just gotta spice it up
I know you’re ready for something new, so baby, here’s a surprise for you

Brazilian wax, it’s so hip, Brazilian wax, let her rip
Brazilian wax, ain’t no bluff, Brazilian wax, lost the muff

I wasn’t sure I could stand the pain. But I knew we had a lot to gain.
Baby you know it was worth the cost just to lose nature’s dental floss
When you touch me it’s such a rush since I weed-whacked the underbrush

Brazilian wax, feeling smug, Brazilian wax, cut the rug
Brazilian wax, makin’ sure, Brazilian wax, no more fur

Day after day love can lose its thrill. We learned a lesson from Brazil
Wax it or shave it or even tweeze. Clear-cut the jungle of all the trees
If your lover just needs a push, go for the bird and forget the bush

Brazilian wax, where’s the beard, Brazilian wax, disappeared
Brazilian wax, for the barest, Brazilian wax, mons veneris
Brazilian wax, look out below, Brazilian wax, pendejo…

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Personal Ads
© Eva Moon

Tired of sitting home at night waiting for my shining knight
Personal ads might shed some light looking for a man who’s…

Having fun… with the personal ads
Just begun… in the personal ads
On the run… in the personal ads
Son of a gun… in the personal ads
The odds are good that the goods are odd

Here’a an ad from a guy named Rex. Seeks a woman he respects
Even so, one suspects all he really wants is…

What’s in store… in the personal ads
Give me more… of the personal ads
Will I score… in the personal ads
Can’t ignore… the personal ads
The odds are good that the goods are odd

Here’s an ad from a guy named Rick. Thinks that he and I will click
His ad looks pretty slick, but I fear he’s just a…

Little blind… to the personal ads
What a find… in the personal ads
Same old grind… in the personal ads
Out of my mind… in the personal ads
The odds are good that the goods are odd

I’ve had enough. That’s it, I am done
No more wasted nights. Wait… this guy might be the one…

Here’s an ad from a guy named Chuck. Say’s he’s built like a pickup truck
I don’t know if I trust my luck. He just hopes I like to…

Meet guys… in the personal ads
Nothing but lies… in the personal ads
Big surprise… in the personal ads
Getting wise… to the personal ads
The odds are good that the goods are odd

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Circle of Stuff
© Eva Moon

6 a.m. at the outlet mall, I hear the retail call.
It’s the shopper’s holy grail: First in line at the One Day Sale.
Wild women at the door. Hear their angry roar.
Girl, you better clear the way. Headin’ down to lingerie.

It’s the promised land. Visa in my hand.
Owe the bank twenty grand!
What the hell. Come with me. Let’s have a shopping spree
I can’t get enough of the circle of stuff.

Junior wear’s two for one. No time to try it on.
Grab a dress off the rack. You can always take it back.
No need to pick and choose. Gotta have both pairs of shoes.
Never mind the cost or size. I need to accessorize.

It’s the promised land. Visa in my hand.
Owe the bank thirty grand!
What the hell. Come with me. Let’s have a shopping spree
I can’t get enough of the circle of stuff.

I am manic for Manolo Blahnik; But won’t poo-poo Jimmy Choo
What makes me high? DKNY; I also want Yves St. Laurant
I’m a freak for Clinique; Won’t be seen in Maybelline
I’d walk through hell for Chanel. Give me Prada, the whole enchilada

It’s the promised land. Visa in my hand.
Owe the bank forty grand!
What the hell. Come with me. Let’s have a shopping spree
I can’t get enough of the circle of stuff.

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Moon Falling Down
© Eva Moon

Sleep my love, dream little one
Night is chasing the setting sun
Moon and stars appear in the skies
While you sleep the universe dies
A million stars fall through space
In a fatal headlong race
Moon falls to earth, earth curves away
So we live another day
Sleep my love. Don’t make a sound While you sleep, moon falling down
In the end, night all around. Evermore, moon falling down

Follow the moon, movement sublime
Caught in the dance ‘til the end of time
Don’t fear the end. It’s destiny
I’m falling to you. You’re falling to me
A book a shoe a baby a ball
Everything falls everything falls
A chair a car a TV a spoon
Falling through space like the tumbling moon
Sleep my love. Don’t make a sound While you sleep, moon falling down
In the end, night all around. Evermore, moon falling down

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All songs © Eva Moon

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