SECRET EAGLES

FEVER

Well I’m ready to submit my sensuous resume

I’m applying for some of your voluptuous escapades

Pleather and capes, libidinous attitudes

Late night lunch buffets, fondue in the nude

CHORUS

Yeah I got a fever and that fever ain’t subsiding

Cause the fever that you’re giving me is contagiously inviting

I don’t need a drug or any pill you could prescribe me

Cause the fever that you’re giving me is seductively exciting

I might not know what to do if I ever caught you…hey hey hey what would I do

Solid gold boombox blast my best selections

Hot mix tapes to express my adult intentions

Emotional robots downloading my rhythms

Foxy suggestions tickling my ear drums

CHORUS

Some call me a flannel Casanova

I’m addicted to a tattooed girl from Oklahoma

TJ Maxx fresh, dressed for daydream weather

Dapper bandits flex for flirtatious treasure

CHORUS

 ARROYO SUMMER

CHORUS

Hey hey hey its the arroyo summer

Suns out buns out don’t go telling your mother

Let it hang loose in the arroyo summer

Suns out buns out don’t go telling your mother

I knew it was on when you touched my hand

Giving me my change at the taco stand

Rolling up the street yelling out of the window

gonna take you downtown I wanna buy you a churro

CHORUS

Putout an APB for your fantasies

No NDAs, yeah we’ll keep it low key

Drive thru pickups, sensual stick ups  

NSFW hot buttered tik toks

CHORUS

I got a medical card for my marijuana

A tricked out ‘96 tangerine Honda

A bath and a half and that extra towel

A Target Red card and a Netflix account 

CHORUS

UNDENIABLY SKETCHY 

I woke up in the basement

The candles burned out and I’m on the floor

That space where your face went

filled up by an open door

CHORUS

She’s Undeniably so sketchy and   

She’s undefinably so vexing and

I can’t even tell if it’s sexy man…or its just me 

Maybe It was the codeine 

I dreamt last night that I wrestled a bear 

Now my temples exploding

She’s not here but she’s everywhere

CHORUS

She’s the kinda girl I gotta get next to

She’s the kinda girl I wanna send a drunk text to 

Shes the kinda girl whose special hex affects you so perpetually

A psychedelic seduction

Man she’s magic with her skin

An infrequent eruption

Unreliable to the end

CHORUS

YOU (LANA DEL REY MADE A BIKER CRY)

I hiked up to your house in the hills, I was guided by fireflies

We partied late playing records, Lana Del Rey made a biker cry

My head was underwater when I awoke in a bed that I did not know

Let’s skip town to the desert sober up and count some UFOs

CHORUS

How did it come to this? I’m too nervous to resist

Yoooooooou  what can I do…I’m so in love with you

Tequila and cards in the canyon watching coyotes chase wild fires

Bad dance moves at the grocery store, you’re my contact high

Those red heart shaped sunglasses, oh they kill me every time

And your face does something to me that I really can’t define

CHORUS

In the mirror through the crowd I swear I saw your ghost last night

All eyeliner and leather standing in your perfect light

You were barefoot on the table, raising a can, and toasting all your friends

My heart opened up a canyon, and I fell right in

CHORUS

ALL THE FREAKS 

Don’t park that thing, in the hook up zone

Kill that ring, on your sequin covered burner phone

Late night ninjas, frisky escapes

Photogenic robots smoking sentient vapes

CHORUS

All the freaks are turning up the heat

All the freaks venmo in the sheets

Fake tan make outs, scandalous hams                              

Risque hallucinations and lewd dashcams

Provocative views and E-rotic grooves 

VHS rentals that are Long overdue 

CHORUS 

Old waterbeds and bedroom chops

Hot collaborations and high five props

Mullets flowing at the batting cage

Mesh half shirts, hot pant for days

CHORUS

CHAPAGNE JAMZ

Chilled out vatos, Westside chingasos,

Nob Hill beauty, too exclusive for me

Midnight hustlers, old booty rustlers at the gentlemen’s club getting glittery snubs

CHORUS

These champagne jams they all got outta hand

Everybody’s juiced up on some contraband

Man I’m just trying to do what I can to get by, by, by…man I wanna get by
 

Van romancers and backseat dancers

Value menu playmates out on $10 dates

Headshot wavers, tattoo cravers dropping dirty DMs …..the sends never end

CHORUS

Chop shop garages and hot oil massages

dance off fights under neon lights

east mountain stoners, taqueria roamers running loose in the streets with their backseat techniques

ADOBE DAYS

Adobe days, brown bagging on the overpass

My mile high ways, spent watching the years roll past                     

10,000 bong hits light at once across the sky

Each one a star so make a wish and close your eyes 

Listening, it’s all karaoke when you talk to me

Let me in, a validation of my sympathy

Elegant and nonchalant, project your best intentions

Defining what you want, you are your best invention

Lazy bones, don’t you wanna kill the cliché anymore

Stay alone, or be some sort of sleeper cab conquistador

Distraction by destruction, everything is easy with another beer

Digital construction, holding up a mirror to the cavalier    

DRUNK TRUCKER

Drunk Trucker…tossed his flip phone off of the overpass

That had all of her photographs…and all his sad texts

Drunk Trucker…your girlfriend left you for her waiter at Applebee’s

Who gave her her nachos for free…and a ride home on his motorcycle

CHORUS

You wander the night streets like a vagrant ghost

Down silent interstates unbound

If you could only keep from breaking down

Someone might wanna keep you around 

Drunk Trucker…sits watching folks rocking their muffin tops

Making those booty’s drop…tonight at the lonesome discothèque

Drunk Trucker…you got the finger from a 9-year old hater

As you left his mom’s trailer…this morning at 6AM

CHOURS

SOLO

CHORUS

LOOKING FOR A LOVE LIKE YOURS

Synthetic tears, shorting out my keyboard

Midnight fears, the inevitable gravity of being ignored

Tonight I hit a brand new low, drunk on the couch alone

watching the Wiz on basic cable

Stacking them up, knocking them down

27 empties on the table

PRE-CHORUS

Do you still have the number

Of a guy who has a brother

Who knows a guys who’s holding

The same stuff he sold me last year

Cause I need some recreation to 

Distract My situation

from the endless infiltration      

Of the memories I’ve been chasing   

CHORUS

I’m still looking for a love like yours

still looking for a love like yours

still looking for a love like yours

still looking for a love like yours

You got me going to the flea market, pawn shop, second hand store

Yard sales dollar movies, door to door just

Looking for a love like yours

Looking for a love like yours

I want you back, my hearts been on crutches for weeks

When you come back back back to me, cool Egyptian sheets and Zimas in the heat

What can I do? We’ll get matching tattoos, sushi on the moon

What can I do do do to getchya getchya getchya getchya, roses and booze and a hot tub cruise

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

SEXY INDIFFERENCE

When I first saw you, I couldn’t believe my eyes (my eyes)

What’s a vision like you doing in a Cosco line (soooo long)

I got your digits, girl you know I ain’t running no game

And I googled you 8 times when I got home girl just so I’d be safe

Girl, I can see you’re filled with class and savoir faire (savoir faire)

I bet you got a closet of Jimmy Choos and fancy underwears (bustiers)

Some might think, girl, that you’re outta my league

But that can’t be, cause I believe, I need to know you intellectually

and girl there’s def-in-it-ly gonna be some nudity

CHOURS

Let’s take it real slow

Then we’ll take it real stupidly fast

Then we’ll slow down again

And make this sweet love last

Let’s take it real slow

Then we’ll take it real stupidly fast

then we’ll slow it all down again my love

and make this sweet thang last

Girl, I gotta see ya, let me clear my schedule tonight (tonight)

I’ll come by with some Whiteclaws and some Mich Ultras on ice (sooo cold)

I could take you shopping, buy something you’ll love

From Contempo Casuals, Limited, Gadzooks or Fashion Bug

Or a Tuesday nooner, let me talk to my boss (el jefe)

Put in a hot request for some paid time off (sooo hot)

You can get your sister, to babysit your kids

Cause I can’t live if I put a lid on all these emotions I keep hid

And god forbid, you tell your friends the po-sis-tions that we did

CHORUS

SOLO

CHORUS

(spoken)

Ah yeah girl, you know I’m gonna love you so good…you’ll probably wanna delete Bumble off your phone

Yeah, you might have heard some rumors out on the streets about me,

but let me tell you upwards of 82 percent of that mess probably just is not true

Yeah, I know were getting real close real fast…so fast it’s at a level we’ll both probably regret later

But that’s ok…cause you know I’ve got the bonafides to make you feel right

Yeah, I’m gonna take you for a forbidden glizzy…then we’re gonna get busy.