The Julys

The Julys

 Houston, Texas, USA
BandAlternativePop

Imagine if every day was your birthday.

Biography

The Julys are a Houston-based indie pop band that began as two young men coping with the loss of their respective harpy women. Alcohol-fueled rage and dark depression quickly take the form of a carefree attitude in songs of youthful frivolity and mirth. With sheer hipster know-how, the band draws on its affection for 50's rock & roll, blending teardrops of 60's soul and a monumental love of Motown into their own contemporary interpretion of classic old-school pop music. Members include Dale Meadows on drums, A.M. Grobelny as singer and guitarist, Nikki Moss on keyboards, vocals, and extraneous percussion, Keiland Holleman on bass, and Carlos Hernandez on lead guitar.

Lyrics

Springsteen

Written By: A.M. Grobelny

Springsteen and I drive the Thunder Road
dressed in the fashion all a la mode.
A hurricane in the pouring rain
and the faintest tornado I've ever seen.

I'd drive all night
and in any weather
just for conversation and to rest my head
in your twin-size bed.

You told me about an Indian restaurant
where the Wilson brothers order anything they want
I told you about a French bakery
where Texas Anderson orders her morning tea.

Las Colinas Museum ahead,
I just want the comforts of your tiny bed.
Wild mustangs fill me with dread.
I just want the comforts of your tiny bed.

I'd drive all night
and in any weather
just for conversation and to rest my head
in your twin-size bed.

We could talk about
anything you want,
I know just a little bit
about a lot.

You told me about an Indian restaurant
where the Wilson brothers order anything they want
I told you about a French bakery
where Texas Anderson orders her morning tea.

In French

Written By: A.M. Grobelny

You were speaking French
"Ouvre le porte,
on y va promener."
That's all that you could say.

You walked across the lawn
with Camus under your arm.
You sweat upon the page.
You try to act your age.

You're studying the law
you discuss the Cote d'Ivoire,
you eat exotic food,
you keep a temperate mood.

You work all night and day,
you've lost that joie de vivre.
You say you're going to go,
but you know you'll never leave.

Rousseau, you taught me words that I would never know.
Like, "If that's the way it is,
then, that's the way it is.
If that's the way it is.
That's just the way it is."

Privacy

Written By: A.M. Grobelny

No privacy,
you live your life like a magazine.
Finally,
you give it all up to love a machine.

I know everything you want to say before I talk to you
Every little thought you have and everything you do.

I'm afraid of the 21st century.
I'm afraid there's no where left for me,
that you're leaving me.

No mystery,
you live your life like an industry.
I can't believe
you give it all up to love a machine.

I know everything you want to buy before I talk to you.
Everything that you consume and that consumes you.

I'm afraid of the 21st century.
I'm afraid there's no where left for me,
that you're leaving me.

Bowie

Written By: A.M. Grobelny

You say you want to ask Bowie to decide to be a man or a woman.
Yeah, you torture me.
But you know that I agree,
so stop arguing.
Because even when you were with him,
he couldn't stop thinking of her.

You had him up on a pedestal,
he had you down on your knees.
And every now and then I get to feeling like you're leaving me.

We were both too drunk to know
what was the best way to show
our devotion.

It may be wrong, it may be right
but the way she's dressed tonight
makes me love her.

I've been thinking of leaving you ever since the start of November.
You still torture me.
But you know that I agree,
so stop arguing.
Because even when I was with you,
I couldn't stop thinking of her.

I had you up on a pedestal
you had me down on my knees.
And every now and then I get to feeling like you're leaving me.

We were both too drunk to know
what was the best way to show
our devotion.

It may be wrong, it may be right
but the way she's dressed tonight
makes me love her.

Declan

Written By: A.M. Grobelny

My friend, he's like a hungry hound
he's going to track her down
make her lost and found.

My friend, he's like a wolf alone,
his craft is honed,
he's going to chew her bones.

No, she doesn't stand a chance.
He'll take her.

My friend, he's like a wolf alone,
his craft is honed,
he's going to chew her bones.

My friend, he's like the Holy Ghost
he puts the lamb to roast
turns the bread to toast.

No, she doesn't stand a chance.
He'll take her.

You can't look him in the eyes.
You can't comprehend his lies.
Because when you think that you've got him figured,
all he does is just pull the trigger.

He'll take her.

NYE

Written By: A.M. Grobelny

She don't want you
no she don't want you home.
She won't answer the telephone.
When you come back you're all alone,
she stays out late
never comes home.

She's over you,
yeah, she's moved on.
But she wants to keep you as her own personal
Ponzi scheme.
You're living her dream,
trying to make believe what she wants you to be.

You decide to leave on the spot.
You make sure all the doors are locked.
At 4 o'clock you hear the knock-knock.
You try to ignore her but she won't stop.

You're over her
yeah, you've move on.
"And you want your things,
well I threw them all out onto the lawn.
You see, I finally agree,
now get your things
I want you to leave."

You were believing in things
that you should never believe
but time changed your mind,
gave you courage to leave.

You were living her dreams
but it finally seems
that you woke up.

Discography

The Julys EP