This is a song about having recently moved to Los Angeles as a band.
Casey Dayan; Jesse Holsapple; Brendan Mcqueeney, DJ Johnathump & the EDM ensemble; Santa Claus; Ted Bundy
|
|
Cut to an empty kitchen,
Highland Park, LA:
another stab at being born again.
But born again to what, I wonder,
rinsing grimy plates, the remnants of a
flat-head to open up a tuna can,
Oh my, my, my . . .
A stag-in-between stage,
like an adolescent age,
I think of Jimmy Page at bandcamp, yeah,
A later-torn-out page,
below minimum wage,
forget getting paid,
alright, ok . . .
[solo]
A thousand patchwork misfits
sardine into a little room,
all hail the glory of the open mic.
We're pretty sure that each of us
is headed somewhere soon,
after just a few more empty-kitchen hero's nights,
oh well . . .
A stage-in-between stage,
something meek inside a cage,
something stored until it's aged and ripe and good.
Got no backup plans in case,
I loose my footing in this race,
even though I know, I know, I should.
Is that you in the front row,
across from me?
Is that you in the front row,
falling asleep?
Oh my, my, my . . .
x |
|
 |
|