This is the oldest song I've written (lyrically, anyway). I wrote it for an old punk band I had going in middle school (called BANDWICH) but never used it. Desperate to finish my first EP in a week, I threw some music behind this and called it a song. Pretty simple throughout. This is probably the only song I've written that can be completely replicated with one person. It consists of only two parts: vocals and guitar.
lyrics
Step right up and see the wonders of your careless life, found partly used, but still in mint condition.
When your wallet's as fat as your chances, put your name down on the list.
Buy your sadness, and place it on the shelf next to your failings and trophies of shame. Suck it up and pull your own strings.
Stand in single-file, uniforms and ornaments, clinging to the walls of the spotless room where guns are secured just inches from our heads, and we know what happens when something goes wrong.
Clip the green wire. No the red one, no the blue. No, you're done for.
And you become the same protruding stain. The same crowd-pleasing chalked inscriptions. The same set of limited-time-only human playset combos, broken down and compressed into bite-size stacking toy blocks where the engines of our sisters still remain. Yeah, she purrs like a drowning kitten.
Step right up and witness the glory of the cure for the common concern. May I have a volunteer?
Garrett has a really great sense of melody; I very often find myself thinking I would have chosen the exact same chords for his songs, or am jealous I didn't think of them first. Pete Davis
Nick Steinborn, guitarist of the Wonder Years, has lots of recording experience. He also has lots of great ideas and a loop pedal. He's also a friend of mine. He'd be my first pick for dream band. Pete Davis
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