The Drummer Bought The Gas ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

The drummer bought the gas.

The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer fought the grass.
The drummer fought the grass.

Receipt in pocket.
Receipt in pocket.
Tools in the back.
Tools in the back.

He paid for the sticks.
He paid for the heads.
He paid for the road.
He paid for the meds.

The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer bought the gas.
Nobody asked him.
Nobody asked him.

Everybody rode.
Everybody rode.
Pay the drummer.
Pay the drummer.

He said we leave at five.
He said we leave at five.
The singer heard six-thirty
And called it being alive.

The guitarist had one more pedal.
The keyboard had one more wire.
The bass player was already there
Like gravity beside the tire.

The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer fought the grass.
The drummer fought the grass.

Receipt in pocket.
Receipt in pocket.
Tools in the back.
Tools in the back.

He paid for the sticks.
He paid for the heads.
He paid for the road.
He paid for the meds.

The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer bought the gas.
Nobody asked him.
Nobody asked him.

Everybody rode.
Everybody rode.
Pay the drummer.
Pay the drummer.

He loaded up the kick drum.
He loaded up the snare.
He loaded up the hardware
While the singer fixed his hair.

He packed the throne and cymbals.
He packed the tape and cords.
He packed the little mercy
That the van could still afford.

Gas station light.
Gas station light.
Fluorescent road.
Fluorescent road.

Coffee in the cup holder.
Coffee in the cup holder.
Heavy load.
Heavy load.

The singer said, “I got you.”
The singer said, “I got you.”
The drummer said, “That sentence
Has never once come through.”

The guitarist said, “I’m good for it.”
The guitarist said, “I’m good for it.”
The drummer checked the fuel gauge
And said, “Then send some proof of it.”

The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer fought the grass.
The drummer fought the grass.

Receipt in pocket.
Receipt in pocket.
Tools in the back.
Tools in the back.

He paid for the sticks.
He paid for the heads.
He paid for the road.
He paid for the meds.

The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer bought the gas.
Nobody asked him.
Nobody asked him.

Everybody rode.
Everybody rode.
Pay the drummer.
Pay the drummer.

Jack-AL heard “bought the gas”
As “fought the grass.”
Now the drummer’s in the yard
With a mower and a pass.

Jack-AL heard “pay the man”
As “pray to van.”
Now the old frontman’s coughing
Like it understands the plan.

No van.
No show.
No gas.
No go.

No sticks.
No heads.
No cash.
No road.

No count.
No crash.
No mercy.
No pass.

Everybody sings it now.
The drummer bought the gas.

The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer fought the grass.
The drummer fought the grass.

Receipt in pocket.
Receipt in pocket.
Tools in the back.
Tools in the back.

He paid for the sticks.
He paid for the heads.
He paid for the road.
He paid for the meds.

The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer bought the gas.
Nobody asked him.
Nobody asked him.

Everybody rode.
Everybody rode.
Pay the drummer.
Pay the drummer.

He knows the route.
He knows the toll.
He knows the tire
Has lost its soul.

He knows the singer
Will say “almost there.”
He knows the guitarist
Is fixing his hair.

He knows the keyboard
Has one more case.
He knows the bass player
Is saving space.

He knows the side door
Will stick at last.
He knows the show
Still needs the gas.

Pay the drummer.
Pay the drummer.
Pay the drummer.
Pay the drummer.

Gas is not a feeling.
Gas is not a vibe.
Gas is not exposure
From a bar with no lights.

Gas is not a promise.
Gas is not a post.
Gas is not somebody saying
“You guys killed it most.”

Gas is in the tank.
Money in the hand.
Receipt in the pocket
Of the backbone of the band.

The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer fought the grass.
The drummer fought the grass.

Receipt in pocket.
Receipt in pocket.
Tools in the back.
Tools in the back.

He paid for the sticks.
He paid for the heads.
He paid for the road.
He paid for the meds.

The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer bought the gas.
Nobody asked him.
Nobody asked him.

Everybody rode.
Everybody rode.
Pay the drummer.
Pay the drummer.

One.
Two.
Three.
Four.

Load the van.
Lock the door.

Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.

Everybody else
Is late.

Nine.
Ten.
Count it fast.

Everybody rode.
The drummer bought the gas.

Pay the drummer.
Pay the drummer.
Pay the drummer.
Pay the drummer.

The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer bought the gas.
The drummer bought the gas.
Again.

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.

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