Through The Looking Glass

by SAHE

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This collection of SAHE tracks was recorded at Hit Makers Studio with head engineer Bill Mason in mid-2013.

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released September 1, 2013

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SAHE Tampa, Florida

SAHE is a Tampa based rock band started in 2011 by the brothers Pat Ehas (bass) and Nick Ehas (guitar/vox). After a short while close friend Dave Perry (rhythm guitar) and the great Eric Rossmeisl (drums) came on as full time members and have been going strong ever sense. With a mix of classic rock, punk, metal, and blues, SAHE has something for everyone to rock to!" ... more

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Track Name: Mr. Bonneville
Mr. Bonneville



Hey, everybody, I’m Mr. Bonneville.

I got a cool car, and I’m headed to the hills.

I got a lot of money, and this girl is really tight.

So, c’mon everybody, let’s hit the town tonight.



Hey, everybody, I’m Mr. Bonneville.

I’m spending all my money on all your cheap thrills.

Like girls, and guns, and psychedelic pills.

I’m Mr. Bonneville.



Life is a game, and I’m playing to win.

I gotta go go gone until the end.

Head first into my grave with all of my friends.

I’m hanging with the devil again.

I’m Mr. Bonneville.
Track Name: Firestarter
Firestarter



Light it up

Burn it down

If she can’t have it

No one gets it now.

You’ll deny her demands

But then she’ll make a scene.

Stuck around and you got burned

And now you’re blinded by the smokescreen.



Girl is like a firestarter,

Igniting flames.

Choking on her smoke until you

Play her games.



Flick of her switch

She starts the flames

This little bitch

Will drive you insane.

And the worst part of this nightmare

Is the fact that you can’t flee.

Stuck around and you got burned

And now you’re blinded by the smokescreen.



Girl is like a firestarter,

Igniting flames.

Choking on her smoke until you

Play her games.
Track Name: The Gates of St. Peter
The Gates of St. Peter



I don’t understand, It’s so strange.

After all these years of peace I gotta change?

You’ve got a lot of nerve,

Coming into my home.

Telling me that I gotta leave.



You’ve got to understand,

The gun that’s in your hand,

Is not the way you lead the people of this land.

With your pocket books in tow,

Kids will reap what you sew.

Hope that money that you stole leads you

Right to the gates of St. Peter.



We no longer pray for soldiers on the front lines.

Now we can only pray for a fine.

So, go on, count your Benjamin’s,

And don’t pay us a dime.

In your mind us underlings,

Are just a waste of time.



Are we just a waste of your time?



You’ve got to understand,

The gun that’s in your hand,

Is not the way you lead the people of this land.

With your pocket books in tow,

Kids will reap what you sew.

Hope that money that you stole leads you

Right to the gates of St. Peter.
Track Name: Through the Looking Glass
Through the Looking Glass



My baby’s trapped inside a glass box,

Can’t find no way inside.

My baby’s trapped inside a glass box,

Can’t find no way inside.

I wanna put my arms around her,

I gotta be right there with her,

I gotta get inside, lord knows I’ve tried.



Through the looking glass,

That’s the only way to find her.

Through the looking glass,

That’s the only way to find her.

I could stay for days and daze,

Get lost in the smoky haze,

The only way to her is through the looking glass.



Oh lord, tear it down,

Tear down the great glass wall.

Oh lord, tear it down,

Tear down the great glass wall.

I could stay for days and daze,

Get lost in the smoky haze,

The only way to her is through the looking glass.
Track Name: Pistole
Pistole



Don’t you understand?

I know your other man

Hope he’s got a plan

I’m stopping by to see him tonight.

Show up at his door

Spill blood on his floor

Silence him before he opens up

His lying fucking mouth.

Shut your fucking mouth.



Go back to your other man

Tell him of my plan

Back to your other man

Tell him of my loaded gun

You don’t get it, do ya?

I’m gonna kill your fun

Back to your other man

He’s playin’ with a pistol,

Better run.



What’s your lame excuse?

I wouldn’t cut ya loose?

You got another thing coming

If you think I’m gonna

Take this laying down

Get yourself outta town

I’m going down to start a rampage.

Start a rampage.



Go back to your other man

Tell him of my plan

Back to your other man

Tell him of my loaded gun

You don’t get it, do ya?

I’m gonna kill your fun

Back to your other man

He’s playin’ with a pistol,

Better run.
Track Name: Sould
Sould



Do you believe in fallen angels?

Do you believe everything you’re told?

Do you believe I should believe everything you’ve

Sold me, told me,

Buy right now.

Call in fifteen minutes

You can get to heaven somehow.

Read a book, take a test,

Why not tell me why you’re stressed?

You might have a blackened heart,

But buy and be blessed.



Sell it, sell it, sell it now,

Sell that salvation.

Open up the pearly gates

A path to heaven we will sanction.

For a fee you can see

True divinity.

But short me just one dime

Your wretched sinful soul

Will have a hell of a time

Dodging flames and poison rain

The devils lightning rod.

Can’t you see it’s the only way

So let me sell you god.



Sell it

They might go astray

Just as long

As I get paid.