S O C C E R M O M ?

Soccermom is..was? a five piece emo/rock band in Milwaukee Wisconsin.  It started when scared freshman Liz was eating an omlet all alone on her first weekend of college.  Chris, probably also somewhat scared and confused as a freshman, approached Liz and made some brave comment on her Get Up Kids t-shirt.  They soon discovered that they both played guitar and wanted very badly to start a band.  Along came Joel to add his guitar talent and band experience from his Akron, Ohio high school band Superfund.  Luckily Joel's roommate Phil played bass and despite frequent arm injuries became the next Soccermom.  Pulling it all together was Pete, the metal head from their intro to communications class.  Pete's metal background gave Soccermom the powerful drums that it was so lucky to have.

A year or so after the birth of Soccermom it remains uncertain where Soccermom exists as a band.  There was no scandal or disaster or tour bus explosion that broke up the band, just a vague loss of touch between band members, I guess.  Maybe Soccermom will rock again.  Maybe not.
 

S O C C E R M O M  S H O W S

February 26th 1999
@Theta Beta Potata w/
Five Foot Seven
and those two funny boys from the talent show...

April 30th 1999
"SPAM Jam" @ Marquette University (West Town Mall) w/
Speed This is Metal
and two other bands i can't think of the names of now...

May 5th 1999
Marquette University (Alumni Memorial Union) w/
a few other bands...hell i'll get the names later...
 

S O C C E R M O M  L Y R I C S

big buildings (chris/joel)

cowboys & heroes (chris)

forward (liz)
it’s been 13 days and 13 hours since I have been embraced
and 24 days, 4 hours since it was you.
400 days and a million hours for these feelings to erase
i’m just not myself without you.
i need to go home just to see that it’s still there.
something about this city doesn’t seem real.
i’ve forgotten how to feel okay and safe—in control.
it’s been 7 days and 15 hours since I have gotten sleep, 96 days since I got sleep with you.
three months feels like a million years and I need to escape.  I’m just not myself without you.
i need to go home just to see that you’re still there.
something about my new life doesn’t seem real.
i’ve forgotten how to feel okay and safe—and at home.

hazel (joel)

hudson logic bridge (joel/chris)

missing the goal (liz)
this is how it should feel, this is more than just reflex
i found that i was living like every day was one day until the start.
if life had not begun yet, then why the hell am I breathing?  and why’s my heart pounding?
it’s true i may know nothing, it’s true i may be nothing, but i’m something to you.
now is the forever, now is the tomorrow we’d worried about.
i’m holding onto the sun, i’ve got a fistful of reasons.

shinguards & cleats (joel)

then there was you (then there was me) (joel)

walk that off (asshole) (liz)
I didn’t want to be the one to choose
Between a worn out relationship and a total stranger
Darling, the odds aren’t in our favor
I said that I was tired of saying goodbye
Well that’s a lie
Our good-byes were the most sincere moments of my entire life
All these things we put each other through
We go hot and cold, it’s getting old
But God it makes us feel alive
And I would rather die
I would rather die than trade this headache for some sleep
I didn’t want to be the one to choose
Between your blue eyes and his booksmart charm
Sorry I had to decide for the both of us
All these things we put each other through
We go hot and cold, it’s getting old
But God it makes us feel alive
And I would rather die
I would rather die than trade this headache for some sleep
I fall asleep dreaming of being asleep with your arm around my waist
But what a waste!  What a waste!
That tonight all I can imagine is facing you on the crowded street
Screaming and slapping your face <insert emo yell here>
I’m not the stupid girls you’re used to (2x)
I’m not the stupid girls you used to know!
 
 

liz ~ vocals, guitar, john denver
joel ~ vocals, guitar, p.r.
chris ~ guitar, screams, kinsella
pete ~ drums, metal
phil ~ bass, wardrobe