Tape Deck - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

From my tape deck there's a recklessness

Inflections of the world we want

All my friends, my rusty truck

We're just specks of love, directionless

Call this band just what we want

We can change the name from month to month

Four guitars and zero drums

We sounded folk but we wanted to be punk

In a world post-punk

Well, my friend had an old guitar

He took some lessons, didn't get very far

An Ibanez with one knob stuck

Said, "You can have that thing for fifty bucks"

Laura got a bass but it got no amp

Borrowed Skills' but never gave it back

Luke is just learning how to strum

But since he was the worst, we made him play the drums

Play the drums

You may find in the palm of your hand, there's a flame

As it burns, as it climbs, as it turns to a blaze

Well this flame, it won't last, here it comes, hold it close

'Cause this blaze can be fast, set it free now, there it goes

Luke's mom said that after school

We could rehearse in the living room

But that sure didn't last too long

Guess she didn't know we'd play Fugazi songs

We played these songs in the talent show

And all of the girls would be in the front row

But in the end we just chickened out

'Cause we can't sing, we can only shout

Only shhh

You may find in the palm of your hand, there's a flame

As it burns, as it climbs, as it turns to a blaze

Well this flame, it won't last, here it comes, hold it close

Well this blaze can be fast, set it free now, there it goes