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#183! “We’ll All be Fools!” We played the first show of our residency yesterday, and that’s where the footage comes from…unfortunately, the sound didn’t come out at all, so you’ll have to wait another week to see footage of us playing! But it went really, really well! Good turnout, lots of dancing, we had a blast! Hope to see you next week! This song is about you.
big steps will only crush you small steps will never get you anywhere big steps means no one will touch you small steps learn to swim down under water
big steps and the sky will open up small steps and the ground will suck you in big steps will land you soaking in a tub smalls steps you’ll be flying like a teradacyl through the air
wandering down a road that i’ve been before i wonder which way i’ll go that signpost is familiar i know these trees and smells and words stuck in my throat
don’t misunderstand me some stuff doesn’t have a name it’s a thought or a feeling
going nowhere got no companion but i am not alone i smell lilacs hear the wind call words stuck in my throat
it’s the world breathing it’s the burden of living leaving
i had a raincoat but now i’ve lost it now i have no coat but if it rains i have words protect me words stuck in my throat
#179! “The King Has a Bottom”. A parable. first we’ll go by night then when coast is clear we’ll strike at once we’ll cut defenses down fight without fear know the journey’s long know no garuntee know each other know your brother well and we’ll know victory a hand, a mighty hand an arrow straight and true but we’re glad oh for the shadow falls on me and you city on the hill we die so she can live the blood we shed honors the dead that have nothing left to gives so sing my brother’s sing it’s closer than you think the king has a bottom through which death has brought him back from the brink
#178. “I Used To Worship Michael Jackson” A childhood hero dies, and I’m left with these memories. (It should be fairly obvious, but yes, that’s me dancing at age 7.)
