Brendan Kelly's Got a Blog

I look out over the spot
We turned into a parking lot
And I grow tired
The days have grown too long
They play their iPods out of speakers
Dance music and auto tuned singers
And they don’t get the joke
No they don’t see the irony
And there was nothing there for me
Although I thought that there would be
And I’m broken down and tired
So thanks for the opportunity
We don’t give a fuck about a market or how
we might saturate it
We wrote this song to play it so book another
show in your basement
I find I’m thinking of home a lot
And I’m drinking more than I thought
And I’ve grown tired
Because these days have grown too long
I didn’t start a band for drugs and chicks
I started a band because I’m young and pissed
But you don’t get the joke
No you don’t see the irony
Do you remember when you were 16?
When the words you wrote were the main thing
When you shoulder tapped for beers and
You chase the dreams in your head
When the show was all you needed
When you sat with friends and you said
We don’t give a fuck about a market or how
we might saturate it
We wrote this song to play it so book another
show in your basement