The bass player for this one isn't a Prood...thanks for the inspiration Steve.

Summertime in Boston, and this little tune is about how it goes by way too fast. Some hilarious chatter between the guys before and after they kick of a pseudo-psychedelic groove that I hope you will enjoy.

I kissed an activist... now Uncle Sam is pissed! She goes around... tryin' to burn things down.

A song about a free-falling ego-maniac... You said "ha" And we said "ah" Now no one knows How high you are And you said "ha" You were a star A meteor Now we don't see You anymore And you said "ha" How wonderful you are You're…

Melancholy little tune about an ending that we never saw coming.

Our rock and roll version of the song from the Phantom of the Opera....less the goofy faces of Sarah Brightman.

They tore down the theater, now there's nothing to do on those summer days, well anyways...Who cares? We all drink black coffee, and we smoke and we talk about poetry, philosophy and fear...as days fly by another wasted year. I finally left…

You shine just like a star, that's what you are...

My younger sister dated a monster....you can't blame me for feeling this way about him.

This song is about childhood fear, and the comfort of sharing those fears with a sympathetic friend.

Lyrics to this tune are purposefully ignorant, although I'd be lying if I told you that there isn't real life emotions in this one.

There's a pretty good video for this song on YOUTUBE. We wrote this song years ago...90's in fact.

"I'm GLAD I died in the car crash....but, I guess you died there too." So sad...

My friend has been a paper boy since he was a kid. Now he's the Paperman.

A song about a woman who won't sever ties to friends who beckon her to a self destructive lifestyle that she cannot forebear.

She wakes across the ocean, and sighs when she discovers...the man who's sleeping with her looks like her last two lovers. No one wants to be a banana head.

My neighbor is a creep. This song is about him.

Song about regret.

Song by Matt Tennis, performed by the Proods

the Proods Wasted Time.