The Rise of Hobo J… Read Full Bio ↴Frank Lopes is a hip-hop artist from Sacramento, CA.
The Rise of Hobo Johnson was self-released on May 11, 2016.
Hobo Johnson is a young man born in a 94 Toyota Corolla who entered the outside world this fall. Watch him find his way back to his Corolla.
Frank is a peach scone that writes music in his Subaru Crosstrek. He would be writing music in his Lambo but he's not quite there yet.
Moonlight
Hobo Johnson Lyrics
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It makes me take a nap at noon
But if I die before I wake
I won't mind, I'm yours to take
It's been that since the day you left
That lovely little lady said
I'll call you back in a year
And tell you that I miss you dear
Oh, you look so pretty in the moonlight (yeah)
Uh, I could tell from your Twitter page (no)
I love the fact that you say you're coming back, Ash (oh yeah)
And hate the fact that you said you would stay (oh no)
Well, I wish you would right the songs
I really loved your poems they just weren't very long
Goddamn, is it just that hard to think
Of other things about me that are also really sweet?
But if I think of me and you
It makes me take a nap at noon
But if I die before I wake
I won't mind, I'm yours to take
And if I go to hell
Then I will think of you while in the fire
And everything will be okay
Just the thought of you, in these burning flames
Close your eyes and take a breath
It's a lot easier
The drugs I left
At my house I haven't been in years
I really think there's something wrong with all my mirrors
All my mirrors, all my mirrors
I love you like the train loves to roll
And whenever it stops, all it wants is just to go
But sometimes when it's going, all it wants is a break
Stuck forever on this track, it's just very scary to face
You make my Mondays feel like Fridays, woo
You make this Ruby Tuesday's taste like Benihana's, oh shit
And a room in Sacramento almost feel like the Bahamas
And a shitty ass falafel almost taste like enchiladas
That my grandma used to make, and I haven't tasted in a while
And I'm sure they still taste real good, she
She makes the skin around my scarred lips smile
I think Romeo and Juliet can do this for a while
If I think of me and you
It makes me take a nap at noon
But if I die, but if I die
I won't mind, I'm yours to take
And if I go to hell
Then I will think of you, I'll think of you
And everything will be okay
Just the though of you, these burning flames
I'd gladly get into arguments for forever if
Every night I could just sleep a little better
I'd really love to wake up and just not feel drained
But there's something rattling inside my brain
It's really, really weird and I
I'm pretty out of it now
I'm pretty out of it
I, I'm pretty out of it
Now, I'm pretty out of it
Pretty out of it now
I'm really out of it
I'm pretty out of it
In Hobo Johnson's song Moonlight, the lyrics describe the singer's attachment to another person, and how their thoughts of this person make them feel comfortable and at ease. The first verse describes how thinking about the person makes the singer want to take a nap, and how they wouldn't mind if they were to die because the other person could have them. The second verse speaks more directly to the person ("you"), complimenting them on their appearance in moonlight and their Twitter page. However, the singer also mentions feeling frustrated that the other person only writes short poems and doesn't seem to know much about the singer. Despite this, the singer still feels strongly for the other person.
In the chorus, the singer repeats the idea that thinking about the other person makes them feel peaceful and willing to die (perhaps indicating their deep affection for the other person). The third verse takes a darker turn, describing the singer's struggles with drug addiction and self-loathing. However, the singer still frames these difficult feelings in terms of their love for the other person, suggesting that thinking of the other person is a source of comfort even in the midst of personal turmoil.
Overall, Moonlight is a song about love and attachment that navigates between feelings of comfort and dis-ease, with a touch of dark humor and introspection.
Line by Line Meaning
If I think of me and you
Reflecting on our relationship causes me to become lethargic
It makes me take a nap at noon
I feel so exhausted that I need to take a nap during the day
But if I die before I wake
If I pass away suddenly
I won't mind, I'm yours to take
I am content with the idea of leaving this world because you are important to me
And hate the fact that you said you would stay (oh no)
I disapprove of your original decision to commit to staying with me
Close your eyes and take a breath
It's a lot easier
Take a moment to calm down and relax
The drugs I left
At my house I haven't been in years
There are drugs at my house that I haven't visited in a long time
All my mirrors, all my mirrors
There is a recurring problem among all of the mirrors in the house
But sometimes when it's going, all it wants is a break
Stuck forever on this track, it's just very scary to face
Occasionally, the train desires a change of pace, but it's intimidating to think about being trapped on the same path forever
You make this Ruby Tuesday's taste like Benihana's, oh shit
And a room in Sacramento almost feel like the Bahamas
And a shitty ass falafel almost taste like enchiladas
Your presence has the ability to make even the simplest things feel more special
If I die, but if I die
I won't mind, I'm yours to take
Reflecting on my mortality, I realize that I am happy to leave this world with you on my mind
And if I go to hell
Then I will think of you, I'll think of you
Even in the worst of situations, the thought of you brings comfort to me
I'd really love to wake up and just not feel drained
But there's something rattling inside my brain
I wish to feel refreshed in the morning, but there's a mental burden weighing me down
It's really, really weird and I
I'm pretty out of it now
I'm pretty out of it
I, I'm pretty out of it
Now, I'm pretty out of it
Pretty out of it now
I'm really out of it
I'm pretty out of it
My state of mind is uneasy and disoriented
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Frank Jorge Lopes Jr.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Zann Christo
This dude just manage to put almost every song that he made into one song
Levi Sacher
I love all the little parts from other songs in this
Shaylynn Biscan
Levi Sacher omg that i said too! it’s like an ode to his older self
dipstick
The Sorry, My Dear reference gives me chills
MarissaMacMarissa
@dipstick I'm dumb, whats the sorry my dear reference?
dipstick
@MarissaMacMarissa He says "And tell you that I miss you, dear" and then the "ugh" sound and next line are said with a similar voice effect used in Sorry, My Dear
Maisy
Hobo’s songs are basically the voice in my head that I can’t get rid of at 3am
Aku From the future
Keep watching, everyone... this dude is on the verge of superstardom.
When he does.. im just glad i followed his music long before that.
No.. not to be a douche and say "oh ive been his fan a million years"...
But to see how far he's come and see what has improved with time..
Im proud to be a fan/spectator while Frank goes to the top.
Bout time the little guy gets his day!
Cam Moran
Aku From the future Me too man been here since the little days
NekoMoves
Nice haiku man