Buy A Shirt, Save A Soul ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

Buy a shirt.

Buy a shirt.
Save a soul.
Save a soul.

Merch table mercy.
Merch table mercy.
Rock and roll.
Rock and roll.

Scan the code.
Scan the code.
Scan deer wrong.
Scan deer wrong.

Wear the joke.
Wear the joke.
Carry the song.
Carry the song.

Buy a shirt.
Buy a shirt.
Save a soul.
Save a soul.

The band played loud.
The band played broke.
The crowd laughed hard
At the wrong-word joke.

The drummer needs gas.
The van needs grace.
The singer needs love
And a smaller face.

The guitarist needs strings.
The wizard needs cords.
The bass player needs nothing
But still deserves more.

Buy a shirt.
Buy a shirt.
Save a soul.
Save a soul.

Merch table mercy.
Merch table mercy.
Rock and roll.
Rock and roll.

Jack-AL heard
“scan the code”
As “scan deer wrong”
On the side of the road.

Scan deer wrong.
Scan deer wrong.
Now the forest
Knows the song.

No.
No.
That is not the phrase.
But the crowd is wearing it
For the next three days.

Buy a shirt.
Buy a shirt.
Save a soul.
Save a soul.

Small.
Medium.
Large.
Extra hope.

Black one.
White one.
Washed in smoke.

Ten for the joke.
Twenty for the band.
Thirty if you want one
Signed by a tired hand.

Buy a shirt.
Buy a shirt.
Save a soul.
Save a soul.

The merch table knows
What the spotlight forgets.
The shirt pays the toll
And the parking-lot debts.

The merch table knows
Who laughed and who stayed.
The merch table remembers
Who actually paid.

The singer says,
“Thank you.”
The drummer says,
“Finally.”

The guitarist says,
“Get my good side.”
The sound guy says,
“Silently.”

Buy a shirt.
Buy a shirt.
Save a soul.
Save a soul.

Merch table mercy.
Merch table mercy.
Rock and roll.
Rock and roll.

Wear the joke.
Carry the song.
Tell your friends
They heard it wrong.

Wear the band.
Carry the road.
Help the van
Haul one more load.

No shirt.
No gas.
No toll.
No pass.

No merch.
No meal.
No joke.
No deal.

Buy a shirt.
Buy a shirt.
Save a soul.
Save a soul.

Jack-AL says,
“Scan deer wrong.”
The crowd says,
“Put that on one.”

Jack-AL says,
“Save a sole.”
The drummer says,
“Both. We need both.”

Buy a shirt.
Buy a shirt.
Save a soul.
Save a soul.

Wear the joke.
Wear the joke.
Carry the song.
Carry the song.

Merch table mercy.
Merch table mercy.
Rock and roll.
Rock and roll.

Buy a shirt.
Buy a shirt.
The van says thanks.
The drummer says more.

Fight Breaks Out, Music Stops ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

 Fight breaks out.

Fight breaks out.
Music stops.
Music stops.

Wild is welcome.
Wild is welcome.
Stupid goes outside.
Stupid goes outside.

Drummer stands.
Drummer stands.
Sound guy cuts.
Sound guy cuts.

The room says no.
The room says no.
Room resets.
Room resets.

Fight breaks out.
Music stops.
The room comes back.
The song does not drop.

Some fool threw a shoulder.
Some fool threw a drink.
Some fool found a bad idea
And forgot how not to think.

The singer said,
“Everybody calm down.”
The drummer stood up
And ended the clown.

The guitarist froze
With a chord in the air.
The bass player moved
Like a shadow with care.

Fight breaks out.
Fight breaks out.
Music stops.
Music stops.

Wild is welcome.
Wild is welcome.
Stupid goes outside.
Stupid goes outside.

Jack-AL heard
“fight breaks out”
As “fright cakes out”
And started to shout.

Fright cakes out.
Fright cakes out.
Now the caption has dessert
With a terrible mouth.

No.
No.
That is not the phrase.
But the crowd wants fright cakes
For the next three days.

Fight breaks out.
Fight breaks out.
Music stops.
Music stops.

The sound guy kills
The whole room fast.
One hand drops mercy.
One hand drops glass.

No feedback.
No solo.
No joke.
No show.

Just boots on the floor
And a hard no.

The side door saint
Points toward the night.
The merch table says,
“Not by my shirts.”

The wizard protects
The haunted keys.
The van outside
Still begs for peace.

Fight breaks out.
Music stops.
Room resets.
Nobody drops.

Fight breaks out.
Music stops.
Stupid goes outside
And the good part rocks.

Wild is welcome.
Stupid goes outside.
Wild is welcome.
Stupid goes outside.

Dance in the room.
Rage in the song.
Swing at your friend
And you are gone.

Laugh at the joke.
Shout with the crowd.
Touch the wrong person
And you are out loud.

Fight breaks out.
Fight breaks out.
Music stops.
Music stops.

Drummer stands.
Drummer stands.
Sound guy cuts.
Sound guy cuts.

The room says no.
The room says no.
Room resets.
Room resets.

Jack-AL says,
“Fright cakes out.”
The drummer says,
“Take that outside.”

Jack-AL says,
“Music cops.”
The sound guy says,
“Close enough. Stop.”

Fight breaks out.
Music stops.
The room comes back.
The song does not drop.

One.
Two.
Breathe it through.

Three.
Four.
Out the door.

Five.
Six.
No cheap tricks.

Seven.
Eight.
Band comes back late.

Fight breaks out.
Fight breaks out.
Music stops.
Music stops.

Wild is welcome.
Wild is welcome.
Stupid goes outside.
Stupid goes outside.

The song went silent.
The room got wise.
The band came back
With sharper eyes.

Fight breaks out.
Music stops.
The room comes back.
The song does not drop.

Fight breaks out.
Music stops.
The room comes back.
The song does not drop.

We Play For Free ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

We play for free.
We play for free.
We pay to be.
We pay to be.

Gas is not free.
Gas is not free.
Time is not free.
Time is not free.

Exposure does not feed the van.
Exposure does not feed the van.
A promise does not pay the band.
A promise does not pay the band.

We play for free.
We play for free.
But somebody pays.
Somebody pays.

The drummer knows.
The drummer knows.
The drummer knows.
The drummer knows.

The singer says,
“It’s good exposure.”
The drummer says,
“Then expose some cash.”

The guitarist says,
“It builds the brand.”
The bass player says,
“The tire has a rash.”

The wizard says,
“The room has energy.”
The sound guy says,
“The room has debt.”

The side door saint
Just laughs outside
And says,
“You boys ain’t learned it yet.”

We play for free.
We play for free.
We pay to be.
We pay to be.

Gas is not free.
Gas is not free.
Time is not free.
Time is not free.

Jack-AL heard
“We play for free”
As “we pray for fleas”
And dropped to one knee.

We pray for fleas.
We pray for fleas.
Tiny little miracles
Biting our knees.

No.
No.
That is not the phrase.
But the crowd is scratching
For the next three days.

We play for free.
We play for free.
But somebody pays.
Somebody pays.

Five for gas.
Ten for toll.
Twenty for the drummer
With a road-worn soul.

Thirty for the strings.
Forty for the tire.
Fifty if the singer
Says the van’s on fire.

We play for free.
We play for free.
We pay to be.
We pay to be.

Exposure does not feed the van.
Exposure does not feed the van.
A promise does not pay the band.
A promise does not pay the band.

The bar says,
“You can sell some shirts.”
The merch table says,
“That better work.”

The bar says,
“You’ll get new fans.”
The drummer says,
“I need new hands.”

The bar says,
“This could lead somewhere.”
The van says,
“I need air.”

We play for free.
We play for free.
But somebody pays.
Somebody pays.

No van.
No show.
No cash.
No go.

No gas.
No fee.
No, man.
Not free.

We play for free.
We play for free.
We pay to be.
We pay to be.

Jack-AL says,
“We pray for fleas.”
The sound guy says,
“Please don’t.”

Jack-AL says,
“We pray for fleas.”
The drummer says,
“I won’t.”

We play for free.
We play for free.
But somebody pays.
Somebody pays.

The singer gets the spotlight.
The guitarist gets the tone.
The wizard gets the portal.
The drummer gets the loan.

The bass player gets quiet.
The side door saint gets smoke.
The sound guy gets a headache.
The crowd still gets the joke.

We play for free.
We play for free.
We pay to be.
We pay to be.

Gas is not free.
Time is not free.
Dreams are not free.
Bands are not free.

We play for free.
We play for free.
But somebody pays.
Somebody pays.

Pay the drummer.
Pay the band.
Pay the toll booth.
Pay the van.

Pay the mercy.
Pay the road.
Pay the ones
Who hauled the load.

We play for free.
We play for free.
We pay to be.
We pay to be.

Exposure does not feed the van.
A promise does not pay the band.

We play for free.
We play for free.
But somebody pays.
Somebody pays.