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Melodies for the Sake of Melody
Concrete slabs don't do much for acoustics
Nor do the boxes filled with wire
But we'll try as manage
To pack it all into a thirty dollar mic
And we'll never stop upgrading
To suit our simple needs
It'll be new, fantastic
A little better than last time
This is a stage without elevation
Where we perform only for ourselves
We're getting good, getting lucky
We're the only ones who care
Bells and whistles and strings and picks
Heads wearing thin and falling out of tune
Flat sheets of steel rattle without reason
Feedback that never shuts the hell up
Things fall to pieces
Melodies will not work
Out of key, out of pitch
Just gotta find a rhythm
We have some ideas and we'll bust them out
And we'll create it all through chemistry
The atomic construct will be on the spot
And it will never be replicated
We are the band that will never have an introduction
Because an audience would only shut us down
We save ourselves to smile later on
We don't really care what you have to say.
