Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bury Me in Analog, artist - Mischief Brew. Album song Photographs from the Shoebox, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 03.11.2008
Record label: Fistolo
Song language: English
Bury Me in Analog |
So I got a stack of tapes |
Got a name and maybe date |
They’re gonna be worth |
Something someday |
That is if I pop that song |
Just about three minutes long |
'Bout how you told me wrong |
Or make the outrage safe |
And if before my time |
I decide to take my life |
You could take these treasures |
And pull them up into light |
Make every song a gem |
Take every one of them |
Release a collection |
Of cacophonic hits |
And remix, and remaster |
My disasters |
Our first-track words |
And never-before-heard |
Acoustic takes, it’s yours |
From the shoebox to the online store |
Bury me in analog |
Pull the reels up |
Nearly burn that water log |
And release it |
They bought it, you sold it |
Got nothin' for everyone |
They bought it, you sold it |
Got nothin' for everyone |
And when it goes out of print |
You could then re-issue it |
Trade off the publishin' rights |
To the highest bid |
To a queen or king of pop |
Sell revolution off |
It’s an investment, man |
I can’t make this stuff up |
And the brats I leave behind |
Will party every night |
And sleep all day 'til five |
And live the trust fund life |
And they’ll call the radio |
Complain and curse and moan |
'Bout how everybody thinks |
It’s cake to live this way |
And my grave will be showered |
With the latest in flower power |
And the freaks will drive by my street |
And cry and sing and dream |
And listen to the new CD |
Bury me in analog |
Take the suit and |
You can have it auctioned off |
Couple thousand |
They bought it, you sold it |
Got nothin' for everyone |
They bought it, you sold it |
Got nothin' for everyone |
Bury me in analog |
Every paper |
That I ever scribbled on |
Is a treasure |
Chart-topper, best seller |
Yeah, it’ll be yours to take |
And buy it and sell it |
It’s all garbage anyway |
The b’s and the suckers |
Have all gone out to play |