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.