Get all 5 OPMOC releases available on Bandcamp and save 25%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of OPMOC, Everyday (I Wanna Make Love To You), Half The Man I Used To Be, No Borders, and Journeys.
1. |
Scrambled Eggs
02:01
|
|||
|
Suck my beat and
Scream my name
OPMOC
On the floor
You can find a way
|
||||
2. |
Red Beans
04:04
|
|||
|
How could I ever find a way
Out of this trippy sound
I don't know how it's done
But it sounds good to me
Why don't you join me
Listen, I’ll tell you how
No drugs, no spirits needed
Just follow me
|
||||
3. |
PicNicDub
03:29
|
|||
|
I told that bitch to get me some bread
For my special pic nic
She didn't hear me when I said :
"It's my special pic nic !"
Instead she got me some sauerkraut
I think it's time I kick her out
Do I have to do everything myself
What's a guy gotta do to get some help
What is a pic nic without bread
She don't understand nothing
My pic nic friends must get fed
So I still need to get my bread for my special pic nic
If I don't hurry then I can forget my special pic nic
But when I got there the stores were closed
I guess I can shove that bread up my nose
Look at me and laugh
'cause my wife is dumb
She ruined every chance to make my pic nic fun
|
||||
4. |
All I Knew
05:33
|
|||
|
When I think about the things that we used to do
my friends and my ways were all I knew
in the summer days
the sun was shining on my face
and I smiled right back
thinking time's a stupid thing to chase
So many friends that I cared about
something that I couldn't do without
now most of them went different ways
and all I share with them is memories of the days
Days when I knew less than I do now
which might not be much but I know somehow
change is good, change is what makes us keep going
times are changing and I keep growing
I have regrets about things from the past
things that weren't so good, the things that didn't last
but I made my peace cause I know there's more to come
there'll be other changes before all is said and done
I think of all my memories
and all my possibilities
and when I think awhile
I know they'll always
make me smile
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
Now I'm pissed so you can't miss
these assholes think I'm gonna get their shit
I got their dough but they don't know
where I'm gonna do what I'm gonna go
maybe they think it's no big deal
but I'm gonna show'em I'm for real
Why is it always me who gets screwed
all they can do is beg for booze
I told them once and I told them again
but my understanding friends
my homies, my budies, my pals, my peers
still want me to get them some beers
We're waiting for him... Is it our fault? No I think it's him
All we asked from him was a couple of beers...
What am I going to do with all this beer money
I could buy some weed or some crack (that's funny)
I could buy the new apple mac (that's funny)
or I could do ten whores back to back (giggity giggity)
but to do all this I need a car and a big one
for my weed and my whores ‘cause you know I can stick'em
in the back, it's a fact, gonna smoke it ‘till I drop
cause I’m going to the top
so suck my cock
My old friends can rot in hell
when I buy all the beers that the world could sell
then I'll buy a boat, an island, and candy
with the beers gone all they'll have is Brandy
We're waiting for him... When he gets found his ass will get pound... He didn't get any of our beer...
I was sitting on my beach with some beers when I saw
a russian submarine peering out like a straw
I knew it was my friends so I ran like a mofo
but they caught me quick and they laughed
‘cause I'm slow yo
lalalalalala now it's time to get you little Bongo
Hold on (what) don't you know about the Bongo
The Bongo gets tired of you taking advantage
so think about that, before you start get your pants in a...
lalalalalala now it's time to shut up little Bongo
They were getting on my nerves so I got up and told'em ****
you ****bags and mother ****ing ****suckers I'll ****
your ****ing *** like your mom's mother. You son of a *****
We're getting his head, now that we have him the Bongo is dead
He didn't get any of our beer...
|
||||
6. |
Walking Dead
03:36
|
|||
|
Just woke up this morning got nothing to do
gonna smoke some before I hit the school
rolling joints ‘till the bell rings can't stop it
smoke got in my eyes can't see nothing
weed in my brain I'm on my way, just feel it
time goes by and you rush for the waiting line
starts with a short one ends on your own
and the beat goes on
1 AM all my weed is gone
everybody went away and I'm all alone
my mind is slow I'm feeling down
first thing I'll do tomorrow is getting stoned
It's the end of the line I can hardly stand it
what can I do what will I do to face the end of the road
I gotta get up, stand up and change my mind
I'm losing myself my head's gonna blow
shame is burning me in my rare moments of clarity
I think I should quit and go back to reality
but all I can do is fall, let it go ‘till I hit this fucking wall
Just woke up this morning got nothing to do
gonna lay in bed ‘till 1 or 2
ashes in my brain I just smoked my soul
all hope's gone and left me with an empty hole
weed in my brain and nothing more just lost it
can't think of having a good time without it
time goes by I fake to try
but all I can do is look for a waiting line
1 AM...
It's the end of the line, I just crossed it
it use to make me laugh can you believe it
I became the sad one
don't know when I lost my smile
no matter what you say I'm still getting high
see the one with no light in his eyes
he's passing by forgetting his life
it's hard to hear so fucking hard to be said
but I'm a fucking walking dead
I'm the one with no light in his eyes
no matter what you say I'm still getting high
I ain’t got no joy I got no love and I lost my taste
I got no goal, no reasons, my life's a fucking waste
it's hard to hear so fucking hard to be said
but I'm a fucking walking dead
|
||||
7. |
Mountains
07:54
|
|||
|
Elle a quelque chose de spécial elle, elle est différente
On la trouve tous jolie, et elle a du charme
c'est une allemande...
Looking through the windows of our big green van
laid back in the seats going through France
we're happy and nothing can stop us see
on our way to Spain we're feeling free
the car is eating up the long long road
the sun is shining on our little music shows
everything is nice and the birds are singing
everybody's happy with the love we're bringing
Going up, one mountain to climb
without a care in my mind
going up, one mountain to climb
laughing all the way without fear
but then there was smoke
we gotta gotta get out
Seulement nous on n’a pas besoin de moteur pour avancer
on remonte dans Carl et on redescend
moteur éteint, en appuyant parfois sur le frein...
Gonna go my way
I don't wanna stay
So let me go my way
No matter what they say
|
||||
8. |
Bilbao Streets
04:02
|
|||
|
Last night I was at a night club dancing with my soul
and then I saw two little girls just going on 18 years old
I could tell by the way they moved that they were
waiting for me I looked her in the eyes and I said
"take me where you please"
Go go go little rabbit
down down down Bilbao streets
take me down those Bilbao streets
Then she took me to a place
where things were going to waste
then she touched me lightly on my face
and I found out what I had to pay
I was oh so wet and tired
and feeling like a clown
Took her to the side and I said
"I'll get you when you're down"
Go go go...
|
||||
9. |
Opmoc's Trip
07:48
|
|||
|
Opmoc's trip starts in Mexico,
travelling south, Tulum is where we go
Tequila in our glasses, sun shining on our asses
to get to the beach we have to fight mosquito masses
The sexy beach makes us cool and relaxed
but tequila comes back like that to attack
now we fight just to see who's right
but we find our way in the pitch black night
"Si si Laguna" hey I'm no tuna
"No no no no" not later but sooner
We're producing a funky movement
so funk your music to my amusement
Mosquito gangs taught us to dance
learned to hitchhike without losing friends
"Michelada" doesn't please everyone
cause a salty beer can be strange to some
If you go to San Ignacio
You must stop
By Tulum, Mexico
Another road, another pickup
Burger speaks and we keep our lips shut
on our way to San Ignacio
funky people play cards with lesbos
Tropical river just a little walk down
just take it south, and you'll get to town
a real Rasta man shows us his sound
selling banana wine to get around
"Free like a bird in a tree"
yeah play that, sing that, smoke that, hit that beat
you gotta Belize to feel the heat
you gotta get on your knees to suck my beat
In the jungle with Red Beans
and it seems like the best thing you've ever seen
breakfast sandwich was for free
don't you forget to thank Shirley
-"Thank you Shirley"
-"You're welcome"
-"Would you like rice or potatoes?"
-"Uh... Do you have Fanta?"
Opmoc's trip takes us to the Caye Caulker
where people go slow, she's running! Max fuck her!
all it really is is one big beach
you better take it easy is the lesson they teach
Cause we're cool, we're chilling, we party when we want
booze, weed, swimming, just tell me what you want
"Es mi restorante" Alright man, that's cool
Jolly Roger's lobster ain't cooked by no fool
So leave your troubles behind
and stare at all the behinds
now drink your Belikin brew
and let your beard grow too
"Seaweeeeeeed" now he's lost his mind
and when the beat stops, then you know it's time
there's a Dub PicNic with food for free, drink for free
"smoke for free" no no but fish for free
If you don't catch no fish
Then you don't eat no fucking fish
Vamos a Guatemala
las putas no valen la pena a Guatemala
condenado por tomar cerveza a Guatemala
insoportable olor de mierda a Guatemala
|
||||
10. |
Norwegian Blues
02:18
|
|||
|
I don't wanna wait so long
For you to be coming home
And if you hear this song
I'll be riding on the road
|
||||
11. |
Donde Vamos
04:36
|
|||
12. |
Journeys
07:24
|
|||
|
All the places I go, all the people I see
all the towns I know, all the cities I've been
make me want more
don't know what I'm looking for
what I enjoy when I'm gone
is when I get back to you at home
but I just can't keep myself from going away
no place feels good enough to stay
How long you think it will take
how long can you wait
for me to realize and move on
and go back to the place I belong
will it be too late one day
will I be forever away
but I just can't keep myself
no place feels good enough to stay
What I enjoy most when I'm gone
is when I get back to you at home
but I just can't keep myself from going away
no place feels good enough to stay
all the places I go, all the people I see
all the towns I know, and the cities I've been
make me want more,
tell me what I'm looking for
Are you calling my name when I'm gone
are you waiting alone
I can't really say where I'm going
nothing feels like home
|
||||
13. |
Cradle Song
02:34
|
|||
|
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet baby, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel,
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, O'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.
O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.
|
||||
OPMOC Brussel, Belgium
OPMOC is a six-piece band based in Brussels, Belgium. With saxophones, trumpet, bass, drums and keyboards, their music is an energetic mix that knows no boundaries, something between funk, reggae, punk, hip-hop or even salsa. For the past 10 years, they've played on some of the biggest stages in Belgium and around the world. ... more
If you like OPMOC, you may also like:
featured on Bandcamp Radio Nov 3, 2020
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Nov 3, 2020
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Sep 25, 2018
go to album
A Sword of Holly (2018 VERSION)
by Flora
An ambitious pop song cycle about human loneliness and fear, thick with harmonies and buoyed by tight musicianship.
go to album
Peppered with sweet piano songs and modern French rap, this electronic gem has something for everyone.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 1, 2014
go to album
Touched by the Stuff
by Motorists
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists.
go to album
