Mothra

Mothra

 Durham, North Carolina, USA
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Biography

A long, long time ago...way back when...yore...whenever, there was a band of gentlemen (and a lady) who felt that the world's problems could all be solved using the healing power of ROCK. So they set out to explore the darkest corners of the globe in search of the most potent ingredients from which to distill their own brand of epic ROCK AND ROLL. They dove to the deepest depths of the ocean to collect the suckers of the KRAKEN. They climbed to the highest Himalayas in search of the hair of the YETI. And they searched the most desolate desert to procure the claws of the CHUPACABRA. They then took these to their secret laboratory, and with their finely honed instruments have spent countless hours experimenting, combining, separating and recombining to produce the most powerful and intoxicating ROCK EVER. Now equipped with a cadre of combustible concoctions they traverse the earth righting wrongs and spreading the gospel of ROCK AND ROLL.

Lyrics

Don't Feel Bad

Written By: Robert Owen

Thank you for the kind words friend,
I appreciate the sentiment
I’m just sitting here tying up my loose ends
And I don’t even remember exactly where she went

It’s not so bad, all this being alone
I’ve got so much free time
And I don’t spend any of it sitting by the phone
Waiting for her to call up my line

So please don’t feel bad for me
Please don’t feel sad for me

Thanks again for coming all the way out here
You have my gratitude
Thanks for sitting and sharing a pint of beer
And for picking up the tab for food

I don’t even miss her all that much anymore
And I never play our old songs
I never trace her footsteps across my floor
And I’m telling you friend it won’t be long

So please don’t feel bad for me
Please don’t feel sad for me

Don’t even notice she’s gone anymore
I never wait for her at the door
And I never ever cry myself to sleep
I’m sleeping soundly brother I don’t make a peep

So please don’t feel bad for me
Please don’t feel sad for me.

Ballad of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

Written By: Robert Owen

Butch would never shoot a gun
If he could avoid it
He had a friendly face and his smile came easy
And a quick wit
Sundance read stories of Wild Bill Hickok
Put big ideas in his head
So one day he decided to break from his lock
And try his luck out west instead

Stealing cattle and robbing trains
Out in Utah
Cattle barons and railroad men these giants
You kick them hard enough they’re bound to fall
Then there was time they wired that train car up with dynamite
And blew it sky high
Money came raining down from heaven
Oh my oh my

Someday down in Argentina
We’ll be drinking whiskey out by the cantina
Oh Butch we’re going to taste our freedom

Somewhere down in South America
They played their last card
A crime spree down in South America
Man those old habits they sure die hard
They got cornered by the Bolivian army
With no place to go
But they took their last shots standing
This much I know

Someday down in Argentina
We’ll be drinking whiskey out by the cantina
Oh Butch we’re going to taste our freedom

Outlaws with guns
Outlaws with knives
Whiskey wine and loose women
For the rest of our lives

Discography

Attacks! (To be released sometime in 2011)