Go – but wait until your neighbor sells. What is it gonna take to bend?
You're waiting for the radio to play the whole thing fair.
I hardly slept an hour straight, I guess that it's the more you spend,
the more you make -- until the wheels you grind fall off. And then you go.
You go, I'll stay, I say my piece - while you dance there alone.
There you said it son, rattle me awake,
the first light on the road bent me back to shape.
Hold on to your hood, I hear a rumble of thunder in the murk.
You're not responsible for us.
No – what's the use of staying late, if all it means you work the bill?
How can I ensure the truth be told if I'm here still.
No. A college man would say it worse, but think before he said it first.
How can they expect to take and steal what you deserve?
I didn't speak at all, now no one will remember my name.
from Oh, Magic
released May 22, 2012
Bobby Gallivan: vocals, guitar
Matt Holland: drums
Janie Porche: guitar
Dan Radzicki: bass
Jesse Woghin: keys
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