NerveBloc

NerveBloc

 Anaheim, California, USA
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We're a Southern California rock band that shares the passion for the music we listened to growing up in the late 90's. Our sound comes from diverse walks of life, collectively having lived in Australia, Japan, Taiwan, Michigan, Peru, and Argentina.

Biography

Recently packing the Whisky A Go Go...

We are:

- Courtney Crane The rockin' ass-kickin' drummer

- Sergio Serpa The suave bass-thumpin' latin lover

- Tom Ricci The introverted & tortured singer-songwriter

- Mark Chen The multi-talented keyboard-guitar player

Lyrics

(It's Harder) When You Doubt

Written By: Tom Ricci

Grab yourself, onto my arm,
'Cause you know we'll face the feelings that we found, oh...
'Cause you are you, and I am me,
But together we shall deal with what's to come, oh...

Now you're there, and it has began,
You're facing someone with a suicidal mind, oh...
You turn around, you look at he,
You know how crazy jealous I can always be.
Oh, no... I'm in control.

The faces that you find, that blow away your mind.
The sadness in your eyes, 'cause she's never satisfied.
But someday you and me, together we'll be free.
It's harder when you doubt, it's harder when you doubt.

One is one, two is two,
Three is bitter when you're having someone new.
'Cause you are mine, and I am yours,
And forever we shall never be alone.
Oh no, oh no...

The faces that you find, that blow away your mind.
The sadness in your eyes, 'cause she's never satisfied.
But someday you and me, together we'll be free.
It's harder when you doubt, it's harder when you doubt.

The faces that you find, that blow away your mind.
The sadness in your eyes, 'cause she's never satisfied.
But someday you and me, together we'll be free.
It's harder when you doubt, it's harder when you doubt.
It's harder when you doubt, it's harder when you doubt.

Levitate

Written By: Tom Ricci

Hit me with an axe, try to break me,
Smash it on my head, but don't fake it.
Don't cut me any slack 'cause I'm naked,
Help me levitate.

Tell me if this feeling is wrong,
Tell me if this feeling is wrong.
Don't cut me any slack 'cause I'm naked,
Help me levitate.

Throw me into the fire,
Cut me down to the wire.
You know I have the desire,
Help me levitate.

Tell me if I am wrong,
Tell me if I am wrong,
'Cause you know I have the desire,
Help me levitate.

Where is my airway, It's not so far away.
I need to find a way, to hold my self up high.

Hit me with an axe, try to break me,
Smash it on my head, 'cause lately,
I've been a little bit lazy,
Help me levitate.

Tell me if this feeling is wrong,
Tell me if this feeling is wrong.
Don't cut me any slack 'cause I'm naked,
Help me levitate.

Where is my airway, It's not so far away.
I need to find a way, to hold my self up high.
Up high, up high, up high...

Solar Plane

Written By: Tom Ricci

It’s Friday night, the feeling’s right,
And I need to get out of sight,
Get myself on a solar pane and make it to the nearest club.

I meet my crew, we get some booze,
Oh yeah, the night’s still young!
We want to play, yes want to play, we want to play all night long.

(break)

You smell right, you feel right,
Oh yes, I want you tonight!
Take you away on a solar plane, take you to see the stars.

You seemed like you wanted to,
You say that you don’t want me, but I want you so bad.
Take you away o take you away, take you to see the stars.

(break, solo)

The feeling’s high, I’m not that shy,
I don’t want this night to die!
I want to stay here, I want to stay, I want to see the sun come up.

You seemed like you wanted to,
You said you didn’t want me, but you want me so bad.
Take you away on a solar plane, take you to see the stars.
Yes take you to the see the stars,
Take you to see the stars!

Green Apples

Written By: Tom Ricci

I like Green Apples, in the morning,
I like Green Apples, in the night.
I like Green Apples, when I wake up,
I like Green Apples, in the night.

I like Green Apples, in the morning,
I like Green Apples, in the night.
I like Green Apples, when I wake up,
I like Green Apples, when I go to bed.

(break)

I like Green Apples, in the morning,
I like Green Apples, in my pie.
I like Green Apples, when I wake up,
I like Green Apples, when I go to school.

Because all the other apples, they really suck.
All the other apples, they can kiss my ass.

Don’t like those golden ones; they’re too pretentious.
Don’t like those red ones, ‘cause they taste too good!
Just want those green ones, ‘cause they are better.
Yes they are better, just like you!

‘Cause all the other apples, they really suck.
All the other apples, they can kiss my ass.
All the other apples, they really suck.
All the other apples, they can kiss my ass.

(silence)

I like Green Apples, in the morning,
I like Green Apples, in the night.

(solo)

‘Cause all the other apples, they really suck.
All the other apples, they can kiss my ass.
All the other apples, they really suck.
‘Cause all the other apples, they can kiss my ass.

Discography

NerveBloc EP set to come out December 2010