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What It's Like to Be In a Band

Three hours a week is all you get
To breathe some life into a tired set
It's a whole new world on the second fret
Three hours a week

               The local paper's wanting more
               From two relics and a dinosaur
               Playing to another empty floor
               For five dollars at the door

               Another four band bill
               Full of wanna-bes that never will
               Take the stage like it's a fire drill
               Try and move 'em while they're standing still

               I should be happy...but I'm not

Three hours a week, that's all
Scraps of paper on a kitchen wall
Failed relationships and alcohol
Three hours a week

               Try to paint a masterpiece
               On bank envelopes and store receipts
               Or in the margins of magazines
               Hurry up or miss the next release

               Trade your sweat and tears for a couple beers
               And a half tank of gas
               And your claim to fame is a painted name
               On an overpass


House lights up as the music dies
Tear-down handshake exercise
"Hey Great Set" but it could be lies
They look you right in the eyes

               The local paper's wanting more
               From two relics and a dinosaur
               Playing to another empty floor
               For five dollars at the door

               Another four band bill
               Full of wanna-bes that never will
               Take the stage like it's a fire drill
               Try and move 'em while they're standing still

               I should be happy...but I'm not

                                                                    - D. Vertin



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