Spinning Tunes

by Adam Sakellarides

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released February 9, 2014

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Adam Sakellarides Oakland, California

A native southern-Californian, Adam started writing songs on an old guitar from the 70s that his parents won in a raffle. He sings about love, science, politics, socially awkward people, and things like that. Now armed with witty lyrics, catchy melodies, and a bunch of mediocre jokes, he's ready to entertain you. ... more

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Track Name: Right Place, Wrong Time (The Time Traveller)
Sitting in a coffee shop
Futzing on the internet
When suddenly I saw a flash of light
She appeared before my eyes
In a svelte coat with gadgetry
And said “Come with me— There’s no time!”

She said “Greetings, sir—
I am from the distant future
And a third world war you can help prevent.
We have chosen you
for your tech prowess and ability
to follow directions from smart and pretty women"

And she was right
And she was

It was the right place
But it was the wrong time
But temporal displacement could make you mine
It was the right place
But it was the wrong time
But temporal displacement could make you mine

She teleported us
To the thirtieth century
Asked “Can you help with this archaic technology?"
Showed me an old Mac
From summer 2017
So I DDrescued for file recovery

She said “Wow, you’re good.
It's a shame I have to send you back."

It was the right place
But it was the wrong time
But temporal displacement could make you mine
It was the right place
But it was the wrong time
But temporal displacement could make you mine

I said, "I have a dull ache in my chest"
She said, “That’s a time-travel side-effect”
But I knew better:
It was love

[solo]

In the 21st century
She returned in seconds to update me
We had prevented war— mission complete
She said a few months had passed
I noticed an engagement ring
And she disappeared in a flash after a kiss on the cheek

months for her
minutes for me

It was the right place
But it was the wrong time
But temporal displacement could make you mine
It was the right place
But it was the wrong time
But temporal displacement could make you mine
Track Name: Damn you
He’s so smart / turns every myst’ry to a
work of art / with his dear Watson finishes
what he starts / and for the ladies he just
melts their hearts

Of his name / my mother constantly talks
Are you done? / I’m tired of hearing about Sherlock

Audiences are always entranced
By this man man with an English accent
I know why their hearts have been snatched
Damn you, Benedict Cumberbatch

He’s revived / the most conniving villain
of all time / seeks his vengeance with a
hatred blind / with super sexy and a
super mind

my girlfriend / is no longer impressed with my caress
she’d rather / be with that guy from Star Trek: Into Darkness

Audiences are always entranced
By this man man with an English accent
I know why their hearts have been snatched
Damn you, Benedict Cumberbatch

IMDB / lists his accomplishments
verily / a master of stage, screen, and
motion capture / and I for some reason
I am enraptured

could it be? / that I am now a fan of this man I hate?
I refuse / and roll my eyes, there’s no debate

Audiences are always entranced
By this man man with an English accent
I know why their hearts have been snatched
Damn you, Benedict Cumberbatch
Track Name: Why The Sky Is Blue
everyday the sun does rise
and reveals a big surprise
the entire world sees with its eyes
that the sky is blue
well, Rainbow Dash and Super Grover
hang a large blue curtain over
the entire world and hover
for an hour or two

that’s why the sky is blue
that’s why the sky is blue

but if either’s preoccupied
they’ll light a Bolian’s head with blue light
or sometimes they’ll bring in Bill Nye
and enlarge his blue lab coat
and if they’re having trouble with that
the caterpillar from Wonderland
will get high and lie really flat
while he blows up clouds of smoke

that’s why the sky is blue
that’s why the sky is blue
that’s why the sky is blue
that’s why the sky is blue

some may say
during the day
“The sun’s visible spectrum of matters"
they will lie
and tell you why:
“Earth’s atmosphere causes light to scatter"
but they are wrong
they’ll sing this song:
“Because the waves of blues are shorter
and then we
will mostly see
simply blue waves of the spectrum order"

that’s why the sky is blue
that’s why the sky is blue
that’s why the sky is blue
that’s why the sky is blue
Track Name: For Sale
Walking 'round the house
It’s quiet as a mouse
I’m alone / No one’s home

What’s that creaking sound
When I turn around?
Nothing’s there / Should I be scared?

My gosh, I could swear
I left it right there
Did you move this? / It’s mysterious

I won't be deterred
I’m the realtor
I’ll sell this place / With a happy face

For Sale
This house includes a ghost as a frill
For Sale
But the worst part is he won’t help pay bills
For Sale
He is like your roommate you had at nineteen—
Except for the fact that he cannot be seen

C’mon it’s not so bad
A ghost stole your hat
He’s so fun / please, don’t run

This ghost is full of charm
He will do no harm
Properties I flip / are those blood drips?

For Sale
Being stuck in escrow can drive you insane
For Sale
It's even worse when you’re stuck on this existential plane
For Sale
If you have further questions feel free to phone me
If you buy this house, I swear you'll never be lonely
If you buy this house, I swear you'll never be lonely
Track Name: Too Verbose
When I was a young child I wasn’t too dense
to realize my family was not normal in the traditional sense
in that my mother would use a normal amount of words when speaking with her friends
but my father would use more words than necessary and his sentences would never end.
What I guess I’m trying to say is that my father talked a lot
in that he used more words than were actually necessary to get his point across
and I guess I kind of see the reason he did that particular sort of thing,
assuming you care more about precision than being judged as really boring.

So this went on and on for years, at least that was my sense
because it actually was quite a few years, but I think you know what I meant
And one day my mom was missing, it seems she packed her things to flee
She left a note addressed to both of us that simply said

You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Could you possibly get to the point?)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(You could say this in so many fewer words)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Can’t take words, words, words anymore)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
Could you be a little more concise?

So I had inherited my father’s gift for extremely detailed eloquence
and when it came time to pick a career, I picked appropriately and went and
On my resume I listed almost every thing I’d ever done
except for the embarrassing parts, because I edited the thing, I’m not a complete idiot
which leads to my first job at Merriam-Webster, of whom I’ve sure you’ve heard
because they make those wonderful books that define most every word
That I had to revise and edit, and define whole new words, in addition
though I think they’re also in Urban Dictionary, if you’re in a tough position

But one day my boss at Webster (we call it that to save time, too)
called me into his office for a quarterly performance review
and while he was looking over my work over the few months that did precede
he gave me the pink slip and it simply said

You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Could you possibly get to the point?)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(You could say this in so many fewer words)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Can’t take words, words, words anymore)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
Could you be a little more concise?

Well my career wasn’t going great, but my love life was on the up
I had met a pretty girl for whom words were her first love
Though of course I don’t mean that literally, that would actually be kinda bad
if you loved words much more than your mother or your dad
On our first date we played scrabble and on our second we crossed words
I’ve also listened to some audio books, which of course I’m sure you’ve heard
of at least of a few ones, but the point is I asked her to marry me
and we would talk about our plans and future children, it was lovely

But one day she came over to me while I was standing in the kitchen
And proceeded to ask me how my day was and for what dinner I was wishin'
and it was that sort of small talk leading into something big, you know the sound,
and while she was speaking I didn’t notice that our house was burning to the ground

You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Honey I hate to be rude but I think you’re on fire)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Why do fire extinguishers have expiration dates?)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(It’s not like I’m going to eat the thing, really)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(We should probably end this song)
Track Name: Have You Heard?
I had been able to shirk it for so long
though I could not avoid its dreaded name
I had heard stories of the long nights with long fights
this phrase lives on infame

I had been able to shirk it for so long
That it became a point of pride
But now I sit with my girlfriend and her family
And they pass to me a dish of this dreaded side

Holy wow
I love Brussel sprouts
God damn
I must scream and shout
Have you heard
I love Brussel sprouts

(Father: Get down from the table!)

’Tis only human to have fear of the unknown
A strong component of fight of flight
But you’ll never know if you could like something you fear
If you drown it in olive oil you might

(Father: Ugh! Not again!)

Holy shit
I love Brussel sprouts
God damn
I must scream and shout
Have you heard
I love Brussel sprouts

Broccoli was suggested once to me
But the florets got stuck in my teeth
Squash too squishy and cauliflower’s a bore
When it came to veggies I'd no idea what was in store

Holy wow
I love Brussel sprouts
God damn
I must scream and shout
Have you heard
I love brussel sprouts

(Father: I don't care how much you love him, you can't see him anymore)
Track Name: Guilty Pleasure
Others
will make the claims
And you will judge
You cut
to the point
Through muck and sludge

You’re the one in charge
Could we have a side bar?

You have
Harsher words
They cut like swords
They will
make small claims
And you’ll award

If I called you "heaven-sent"
Would you hold me in contempt (please)?

You’re my guilty pleasure
Oh, Judge Judy, oh, in the studio
You’re my guilty pleasure
Oh, Judge Judy, oh, I love you so

You walk
in every day
So beautifully
I give
you everything
So dutifully

But between us there’s a rift
‘Cause I am your bailiff (of love)

You’re my guilty pleasure
Oh, Judge Judy, oh, in the studio
You’re my guilty pleasure
Oh, Judge Judy, oh, I love you so

I say
"I love you"
I take the risk
You say
You love me too
A moment’s bliss

But my friends think I’m lying—
I should have got it in writing!

You’re my guilty pleasure
Oh, Judge Judy, oh, in the studio
You’re my guilty pleasure
Oh, Judge Judy, oh, I love you so
You’re my guilty pleasure
Oh, Judge Judy, oh, in the studio
You’re my guilty pleasure
Oh, Judge Judy, oh, I love you