Bass Player Missing Again ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

Bass player missing again.

Bass player missing again.
Bass player fishing again.
Bass player fishing again.

Check the corner.
Check the van.
Check the shadows.
Check the stand.

He was there the whole time.
He was there the whole time.
Holding down the low end.
Holding down the low end.

Nobody saw him.
Nobody saw him.
Everybody felt him.
Everybody felt him.

Bass player missing again.
Bass player missing again.
The floor came back.
The floor came back.

He does not need the spotlight.
He does not need the flame.
He does not need the singer
Mispronouncing his name.

He does not need the solo.
He does not need the air.
He just stands near the thunder
Like the thunder put him there.

Bass player missing again.
Bass player missing again.
Bass player fishing again.
Bass player fishing again.

Check the corner.
Check the van.
Check the shadows.
Check the stand.

The guitarist took the treble.
The singer took the room.
The drummer took the schedule
And beat it into doom.

The keyboard wizard shimmered.
The side door saint leaned in.
The sound guy moved one fader
And the bass became the skin.

He was there the whole time.
He was there the whole time.
Holding down the low end.
Holding down the low end.

Nobody saw him.
Nobody saw him.
Everybody felt him.
Everybody felt him.

Bass player missing again.
Bass player missing again.
The floor came back.
The floor came back.

Jack-AL heard “missing again”
As “fishing again.”
Now the caption shows a river
Where the chorus should begin.

Jack-AL heard “low end”
As “glow hen.”
Now a chicken made of lightning
Is returning to the pen.

No.
No.
That is not the lyric.
That is not the plan.

But the crowd is already chanting
Glow hen in the van.

Bass player missing again.
Bass player missing again.
Bass player fishing again.
Bass player fishing again.

Check the corner.
Check the van.
Check the shadows.
Check the stand.

He is not gone.
He is not late.
He is not lost.
He is weight.

He is not loud.
He is not vain.
He is not flash.
He is rain.

He is not smoke.
He is not glass.
He is not show.
He is mass.

He is the line
Under the line.
He is the time
Under the time.

Bass player missing again.
Bass player missing again.
The floor came back.
The floor came back.

When the bass drops out,
The room gets thin.
When the bass comes back,
The bodies come in.

When the bass drops out,
The jokes get small.
When the bass comes back,
The song has walls.

When the bass drops out,
The singer can tell.
When the bass comes back,
The van runs well.

When the bass drops out,
The drummer looks mean.
When the bass comes back,
The whole thing leans.

He was there the whole time.
He was there the whole time.
Holding down the low end.
Holding down the low end.

Nobody saw him.
Nobody saw him.
Everybody felt him.
Everybody felt him.

Bass player missing again.
Bass player missing again.
The floor came back.
The floor came back.

He speaks in root notes.
He speaks in glue.
He says six words total
And four of them are true.

He knows where one is.
He knows where four.
He knows when the singer
Should stop talking more.

He knows when the guitarist
Has wandered too high.
He knows when the drummer
Is counting with his eye.

He knows when the room
Is about to break loose.
He knows when Jack-AL
Has damaged the truth.

Bass player missing again.
Bass player missing again.
Bass player fishing again.
Bass player fishing again.

Check the corner.
Check the van.
Check the shadows.
Check the stand.

He was there the whole time.
He was there the whole time.
Holding down the low end.
Holding down the low end.

Nobody saw him.
Nobody saw him.
Everybody felt him.
Everybody felt him.

Bass player missing again.
Bass player missing again.
The floor came back.
The floor came back.

One.
Two.
Low.
Go.

Three.
Four.
Floor.
More.

Five.
Six.
Glue.
Sticks.

Seven.
Eight.
Bass is weight.

Bass player missing again.
Bass player missing again.
The floor came back.
The floor came back.

Do not panic.
Do not yell.
Do not ask the singer.
He cannot tell.

Do not blame the van.
Do not blame the light.
Listen to the room.
He is holding it tight.

Bass player missing again.
Bass player missing again.
Bass player fishing again.
Bass player fishing again.

He was there the whole time.
He was there the whole time.
He was there the whole time.
Again.

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.