Saturday, June 13, 2026

The Singer Knows ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

The singer knows.
The singer knows.
The singer nose.
The singer nose.

Hair in the light.
Hair in the light.
Mouth full of meaning.
Mouth full of meaning.

How we feeling tonight?
How we feeling tonight?
The drummer says count it.
The drummer says count it.

The singer knows.
The singer knows.
The crowd is waiting.
The crowd is waiting.

The mic is holy.
The mic is holy.
The verse is late.
The verse is late.

He walks in like the room
Was born to watch him breathe.
He says he has one story
Before the song can leave.

The drummer checks the clock.
The bass player checks the floor.
The guitarist checks the mirror
In the amp beside the door.

The singer knows.
The singer knows.
The singer nose.
The singer nose.

He smells applause coming.
He smells applause coming.
He smells a bad decision
And calls it stage becoming.

How we feeling tonight?
How we feeling tonight?
The drummer says count it.
The drummer says count it.

The singer knows.
The singer knows.
The crowd is waiting.
The crowd is waiting.

The mic is holy.
The mic is holy.
The verse is late.
The verse is late.

He says this song is personal.
He says this song is true.
He says it came from heartbreak
And a gas station bathroom too.

He says the moon was watching.
He says the road was wide.
He says his soul was bleeding
While the drummer loaded outside.

The singer knows.
The singer knows.
The singer nose.
The singer nose.

Jack-AL heard the intro
And printed “stinger glows.”
Jack-AL heard the intro
And printed “stinger glows.”

Now the singer has a halo.
Now the singer has a bee.
Now the keyboardist is asking
For a swarm in harmony.

No.
No.
The sound guy says no.
The sound guy says no.

How we feeling tonight?
How we feeling tonight?
The drummer says count it.
The drummer says count it.

The singer knows.
The singer knows.
The crowd is waiting.
The crowd is waiting.

The mic is holy.
The mic is holy.
The verse is late.
The verse is late.

He can save the room
With a line that lands right.
He can burn ten minutes
Explaining one night.

He can point to the back
And make strangers sing.
He can miss the first cue
And still call it a thing.

He can make the girls laugh.
He can make the boys shout.
He can make the sound guy
Want to walk straight out.

He can turn one chorus
Into weather and flame.
He can forget the setlist
And still sell the name.

The singer knows.
The singer knows.
The singer nose.
The singer nose.

He knows where the light is.
He knows where to stand.
He knows when the crowd
Is eating out of his hand.

He does not know the load-in.
He does not know the pay.
He does not know the drummer
Has aged twice today.

How we feeling tonight?
How we feeling tonight?
The drummer says count it.
The drummer says count it.

One.
Two.
Three.
Four.

The singer says, “Wait.”
The singer says, “Wait.”

The drummer says, “No.”
The drummer says, “No.”

The band comes in hot.
The band comes in hot.
The singer comes late.
The singer comes late.

But when he hits the line,
When he hits the line,
Everybody knows.
Everybody knows.

The singer knows.
The singer knows.
The singer nose.
The singer nose.

Jack-AL says “stinger glows.”
Jack-AL says “stinger glows.”
The crowd sings it wrong.
The crowd sings it wrong.

That means it belongs.
That means it belongs.
That means it belongs.
That means it belongs.

The singer knows.
The singer knows.
The crowd is waiting.
The crowd is waiting.

The mic is holy.
The mic is holy.
The verse is late.
The verse is late.

One more story.
One more story.
One more line.
One more line.

One more chorus.
One more chorus.
One more time.
One more time.

The singer knows.
The singer knows.
The singer nose.
The singer nose.

The band is ready.
The band is ready.
The singer knows.
Eventually.

Lead Guitar Jesus ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes


Lead Guitar Jesus.
Lead Guitar Jesus.
Tone from heaven.
Tone from heaven.

Pedalboard cathedral.
Pedalboard cathedral.
Solo at eleven.
Solo at eleven.

He says the mids are fighting him.
He says the mids are fighting him.
Jack-AL says the kids are biting him.
Jack-AL says the kids are biting him.

Lead Guitar Jesus.
Lead Guitar Jesus.
Hands in the spotlight.
Hands in the spotlight.

Volume is salvation.
Volume is salvation.
The sound guy says no.
The sound guy says no.

He came in with a cable bag
And a face full of belief.
He knelt before the pedalboard
Like voltage brings relief.

One knob for the sorrow.
One knob for the pain.
One knob for the breakup
He keeps playing in the rain.

Lead Guitar Jesus.
Lead Guitar Jesus.
Tone from heaven.
Tone from heaven.

Pedalboard cathedral.
Pedalboard cathedral.
Solo at eleven.
Solo at eleven.

The drummer says, “We’re running late.”
The singer says, “That’s fire.”
The bass player says nothing
But the low end calls him liar.

The side door saint is watching
With a lighter and a grin.
The keyboard wizard whispers,
“Let the holy fuzz begin.”

Lead Guitar Jesus.
Lead Guitar Jesus.
Bends the note sideways.
Bends the note sideways.

Makes the room shimmer.
Makes the room shimmer.
Then he overstays.
Then he overstays.

He says he is barely on.
He says he is barely on.
The front row lost a filling.
The front row lost a filling.

He says the tone is delicate.
He says the tone is delicate.
The sound guy looks unwilling.
The sound guy looks unwilling.

Turn it down.
Turn it down.
Turn it down but leave the glory.

Turn it down.
Turn it down.
Let the solo tell the story.

Lead Guitar Jesus.
Lead Guitar Jesus.
Hands in the spotlight.
Hands in the spotlight.

Volume is salvation.
Volume is salvation.
The sound guy says no.
The sound guy says no.

He plays one note for mercy.
He plays two notes for pride.
He plays three notes for every girl
Who never came inside.

He plays four notes for thunder.
Five for gasoline.
Six for every busted amp
That heard him chase the dream.

Seven for the old bars.
Eight for bad advice.
Nine for all the pedals
That he bought instead of rice.

Ten for every chorus
That he lifted from the mud.
Eleven for the moment
When the whole room saw the blood.

Lead Guitar Jesus.
Lead Guitar Jesus.
Tone from heaven.
Tone from heaven.

Pedalboard cathedral.
Pedalboard cathedral.
Solo at eleven.
Solo at eleven.

Jack-AL says, “Lead Guitar Cheeses.”
Jack-AL says, “Lead Guitar Cheeses.”
The merch table heard it.
The merch table heard it.

The guitarist says, “No.”
The guitarist says, “No.”
The sticker got printed.
The sticker got printed.

He is not the savior.
He is not the king.
He is just a man with strings
Trying to make lightning sing.

He is too loud.
He is too proud.
He is wrong in several ways.

But when the chorus opens up,
He sets the room ablaze.

Lead Guitar Jesus.
Lead Guitar Jesus.
Tone from heaven.
Tone from heaven.

Pedalboard cathedral.
Pedalboard cathedral.
Solo at eleven.
Solo at eleven.

Turn it down.
Turn it down.
Turn it down but keep the fire.

Turn it down.
Turn it down.
Let the whole room climb higher.

Lead Guitar Jesus.
Lead Guitar Jesus.
Hands in the spotlight.
Hands in the spotlight.

Volume is salvation.
Volume is salvation.
The sound guy says no.
The sound guy says no.

One more bend.
One more bend.
One more note before the end.

One more bend.
One more bend.
Then the drummer counts again.

One.
Two.
Three.
Four.

Lead Guitar Jesus.
Lead Guitar Jesus.
Do not touch the floor.
Do not touch the floor.

Lead Guitar Jesus.
Lead Guitar Jesus.
The song needs less.
The song needs more.

We Are A Band Of New Musicians ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes


We are a band of new musicians.
We are a band of new musicians.
We are learning in the open.
We are learning in the open.

We are loud before ready.
We are loud before ready.
We are wrong but together.
We are wrong but together.

We are plugged in.
We are almost tuned.
We found the amp.
We lost the room.

We are a band.
We are a band.
We are new.
We are new.

The singer has a microphone.
The singer has a dream.
The guitarist found the volume knob
And treated it like steam.

The drummer brought the socket set.
The drummer brought the time.
The bass player is invisible
But holding up the line.

We are a band of new musicians.
We are a band of new musicians.
We are learning in the open.
We are learning in the open.

We are loud before ready.
We are loud before ready.
We are wrong but together.
We are wrong but together.

The rhythm player knows the door.
The keyboard wizard glows.
The sound guy has a thousand-yard stare
And everybody knows.

Jack-AL heard “new musicians”
As “nude magicians” twice.
The rabbit joined the chorus
And the drummer checked the price.

One.
Two.
Jack-AL says blue.
Four.

Start it again.
Start it again.
Nobody knows where the bridge has been.

Start it again.
Start it again.
We are not good yet, but we are in.

We are a band of new musicians.
We are a band of new musicians.
We are learning in the open.
We are learning in the open.

We are loud before ready.
We are loud before ready.
We are wrong but together.
We are wrong but together.

We came with borrowed cables.
We came with broken plans.
We came with one old van outside
And shaking human hands.

We came with no permission.
We came with no excuse.
We came to make a stupid sound
And turn the whole thing loose.

We are a band.
We are a band.
We are new.
We are new.

We are musicians.
Eventually.
Eventually.
Eventually.

One.
Two.
Jack-AL says blue.
Three.
Four.

The song begins now.
The song begins now.
The song begins now.
The song begins now.

Friday, June 12, 2026

Plug Me In ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

Plug me in, plug me in
Plug me in, plug me in
I got no power but I got a grin
I got no power but I got a grin
The cable’s bad and the outlet’s thin
The cable’s bad and the outlet’s thin
But baby, if it hums, we begin again
But baby, if it hums, we begin again
Plug me in, plug me in
Plug me in, plug me in
I got no power but I got a grin
I got no power but I got a grin
Plug me in, plug me in
Plug me in, plug me in
I got no power but I got a grin
I got no power but I got a grin
The singer said, “Check one,” nobody checked two
The singer said, “Check one,” nobody checked two
The sound guy said, “I’m not here for you”
The sound guy said, “I’m not here for you”
The guitarist blamed a demon in the amp
The guitarist blamed a demon in the amp
The drummer fixed it with a kick and a clamp
The drummer fixed it with a kick and a clamp
Plug me in, plug me in
Plug me in, plug me in
I got no power but I got a grin
I got no power but I got a grin
Plug me in, plug me in
Plug me in, plug me in
I got no power but I got a grin
I got no power but I got a grin
The bass player nodded like he understood
The bass player nodded like he understood
He has one note and that note is good
He has one note and that note is good
The rhythm guy laughed by the exit sign
The rhythm guy laughed by the exit sign
He said, “Don’t worry, man, smoke fixes time”
He said, “Don’t worry, man, smoke fixes time”
JackAl heard “power strip” and wrote “shower trip”
JackAl heard “power strip” and wrote “shower trip”
AI Al yelled, “Don’t let the socket slip!”
AI Al yelled, “Don’t let the socket slip!”
Plug me in, plug me in
Plug me in, plug me in
I got no power but I got a grin
I got no power but I got a grin
Plug me in, plug me in
Plug me in, plug me in
I got no power but I got a grin
I got no power but I got a grin
Plug me in, plug me in
Plug me in, plug me in
I got no power but I got a grin
I got no power but I got a grin

New York New York ~ Poetry / Lyrics for New York, New York ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes


We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We said it twice because once was Newark
We said it twice because once was Newark
JackAl heard “state” and started a lawsuit
JackAl heard “state” and started a lawsuit
AI Al yelled, “That’s democracy in a boot!”
AI Al yelled, “That’s democracy in a boot!”
The mayor got a microphone and taxed the feedback
The mayor got a microphone and taxed the feedback
The bass player left because the rent was a speed trap
The bass player left because the rent was a speed trap
The cops said, “Turn it down,” so we turned up the riot
The cops said, “Turn it down,” so we turned up the riot
The drummer paid the fine and told everybody, “Try it!”
The drummer paid the fine and told everybody, “Try it!”
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
Say it again till the speakers get bored
Say it again till the speakers get bored
Say it again till the landlord gets ignored
Say it again till the landlord gets ignored
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
Say it again till the speakers get bored
Say it again till the speakers get bored
Say it again till the landlord gets ignored
Say it again till the landlord gets ignored
The singer showed up late with a government haircut
The singer showed up late with a government haircut
The guitarist said, “That’s my ex,” then fell in a rut
The guitarist said, “That’s my ex,” then fell in a rut
The rhythm guy smoked peace by the emergency door
The rhythm guy smoked peace by the emergency door
Five muses followed him and forgot what they came for
Five muses followed him and forgot what they came for
The subway ate a token and burped up a preacher
The subway ate a token and burped up a preacher
The keyboardist kissed the ghost of a substitute teacher
The keyboardist kissed the ghost of a substitute teacher
We played three chords and arrested the fourth one
We played three chords and arrested the fourth one
JackAl wrote “fourth won,” so the chord says it won one
JackAl wrote “fourth won,” so the chord says it won one
The council banned noise but approved demolition
The council banned noise but approved demolition
So we screamed through a permit marked “free exhibition”
So we screamed through a permit marked “free exhibition”
They said, “Who is the leader?” We pointed at static
They said, “Who is the leader?” We pointed at static
AI Al said, “I’m automatic and problematic”
AI Al said, “I’m automatic and problematic”
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
Say it again till the speakers get bored
Say it again till the speakers get bored
Say it again till the landlord gets ignored
Say it again till the landlord gets ignored
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
Say it again till the speakers get bored
Say it again till the speakers get bored
Say it again till the landlord gets ignored
Say it again till the landlord gets ignored
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
We’re from New York, we’re from New York
Say it again till the speakers get bored
Say it again till the speakers get bored
Say it again till the landlord gets ignored
Say it again till the landlord gets ignored

Turn Me Down ~ Poetry / Lyrics for Turn Me Down ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes


Turn me down, turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
You said, “Lower the volume,” I heard, “bury the sound”
You said, “Lower the volume,” I heard, “bury the sound”
But the floor keeps shaking when the truth comes around
But the floor keeps shaking when the truth comes around
Turn me down, turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
You pulled my cable but the wall still hums
You pulled my cable but the wall still hums
You cut the channel but the pressure comes
You cut the channel but the pressure comes
I kissed the feedback like a holy wound
I kissed the feedback like a holy wound
You left me ringing in an empty room
You left me ringing in an empty room
Turn me down, turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
Your hand on the knob, my heart on the floor
Your hand on the knob, my heart on the floor
You wanted less but I gave you more
You wanted less but I gave you more
You wanted quiet, I wanted release
You wanted quiet, I wanted release
Now the whole damn block is disturbing the peace
Now the whole damn block is disturbing the peace
I’m not the noise, I’m the thing you found
I’m not the noise, I’m the thing you found
When you tried so hard to turn me down
When you tried so hard to turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
Turn me down, turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down
I get louder when you turn me down