And I load it upstairs, just to load it downstairs
and I load it in to a windowless room for 60RMB an hour
So I can feel some power, so I can try some ideas
So I can put words over beats that will be forgotten by the end of the year.
And I untangle leads, yell until my throat bleeds
Breathe in the mould and replace broken strings
That I bought the day before and carried home in the storm
Put in the guitar case with pliers and band aids
And we practice the set, try to pick our best songs
Check what time we’re expected there and what time we’re on
Tangle the leads again and load it upstairs
Drag it home over worn out bones just to get it on stage
But the girl in the blue dress, keeps talking through my set
And the louder I go, well the louder she gets
And I stare at my frets, try to put one or two together that could help me, help me, help me to connect
But no matter who I am or where I’m going or what I’ve seen I guess I’ll never impress, the girl with the blue dress.
They said sound check was at 6, but I get there at 5
and why the fvck is the first band still sound checking at a quarter to 9?
Watch them play the same beats and try to find time to eat
But they promise they’ll be done soon as I slump in my seat
Sitting in a shadowed corner when the organiser said
Let’s wait for more bodies, let’s wait for more heads
Let’s wait, let’s wait, let’s wait for more crowd
Walk on stage and hope our songs make our parents proud
But the girl in the blue dress, keeps talking through my set
And the louder I go, well the louder she gets
And I stare at my frets, try to put one or two together that could help me, help me, help me to connect
But no matter who I am or where I’m going or what I’ve seen I guess I’ll never impress, the girl with the blue dress.