Third original song written last fall. Guess it's the Mag Ave Anthem? Written in response to the trends of an art school that apparently makes the top ten list of most hipster schools in the nation.
lyrics
we don’t need to be an indie band
believe it or not, we aint got no point to prove (yeah)
we don’t wear our clothes just for the brand
we bust out these songs to make the audience move (yeah)
we play tunes in this ol’ city,
look like shit don’t need to be pretty,
our name is short so shout it to the world
(mag ave!)
You wear your skinny pants, you say our cred should be enhanced,
Yeah, that don’t matter, yeah, get up and dance.
That don’t matter, uh, get up and dance.
Now you in thick-rimmed glasses take them off,
See them on our faces? (No!) 20-20 sight.
Yeah you might have some abs like Hasselhoff,
But your nipples need to breathe there, boy,
your shirt’s too tight.
So give this band a chance although we’re not much at a glance,
Hands in the air, c’mon get up and dance.
Hands in the air, c’mon get up and dance.
So flannel wearing bastards do your part,
We’ll give you all a chance here to shine real bright.
Cause if you’re here you know us from the start,
So blog or tweet or text about the stars you saw tonight.
So grab some fuckin’ ants and shove em down your skinny pants!
Cause we’re Mag Ave, you better fucking dance!
Yeah, we’re Mag Ave, you better fucking dance!
credits
from Magazine Avenue,
released May 17, 2010
Written by David:
Uke/Vox-David,
Guitar-Sam,
Bass-Sky,
Sax-Justin,
Drums-Chuck
Hoots/Shouting/Hollering-Everrrbody
