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Got back to the frontroom, Dave was plugged in to the green amplifier |
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Pete was on the bass, they sounded great |
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Dave had this great way of playing the guitar |
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The way Dave played was very individual |
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I'd been overwhelmed by all the culture |
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Art School prays the life I'd never really understand |
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I sat down and started to jam, |
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Was astounded by the speed of Dave's hands |
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The way Dave played guitar was very similar to the way he spoke |
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Exactly |
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I thought to myself "This is the way it's gonna be. |
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I'm gonna join this band, leave college behind. |
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Forget culture, rock 'n' roll is where it's at" |
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And daytime was dawning |
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We were up all night, we were all yawning |
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But we were playing, raving |
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Sometimes so loud, to the early morning |
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Our friends keep knocking at the door |
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The neighbours shouted out "No more" |
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They even sent the police around to hear us play |
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And this is the way we played |
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We thought "If we could annoy all of the neighbours with the green amp |
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Think of what we could do with a four piece band" |
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But there was no doubt Dave was the star, |
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A connoisseur of the old twelve bar |
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And even dad said "That boy is bloody marvelous" |
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As I said Pete was on the bass, |
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So the only way I could SLY my way into the band |
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Was to become the rhythm guitar player |
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While we were bouncing up and down |
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The house was shaking to the sound |
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Of the full distortion from the gramophone |
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We had stayed up playing all night long |
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Ran out of other people's songs |
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So we started making music of our own |
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And dawn was breaking, my mind was calculating |
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This time there's no more waiting |
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I was awake, my mind was clear |
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I could see a way out of here |
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And then the cops knocked at the door |
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With letters from solicitors |
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We'd disturb the peace and woke up all the neighbours |
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But dad says "Forget the neighbours. |
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Keep playing, boys, keep playing" |
