Lyrics Showtape '91 - Sebadoh

Showtape '91

Guitars in front of Marshall stacks
As full wall of them explode with the simultaneous on switch
Begin wailing various percussion at any tempo…
I, bloody with oozy blast, reach to play guitar
Thumbiling violently, as it screeches through the Marshalls
Grab guitar and plays what he wants
I struggle to my feet, Hoisting the guitar over my head
Ladies and Gentlemen, The Pieces of Meat!
Dual denial
Duel of denial
Dueling denial
Your post-modern, folkcore saviors, SEBADOH!
Your new favorite, dope-smoking Renaissance threesome, SEBADOH!
Jason, Lou, and Eric
Three guys who appreciate and simulate the power of modern drone rock, SEBADOH!
Jason, Eric, and Lou
SEBADOH!
Featuring that guy who played bass in Soul Asylum, Lou Barlow
Another evening of oppressive noodling, courtesy of, SEBADOH!
Three guys in search of the eternal party, SEBADOH!
Please, Take Me… Away…
Open chord tuning saviors of alternative Rock n' Roll, SEBADOH!
And now, shattering the barrier between artist and audience
Three guys with smiles you can trust, Sebadoh
Three more reasons to doubt your boyfriend, Sebadoh
Jason, Eric, and Lou
Guitar, Bass, Percussion
The fire, The wind, The heartbeat
A live experience, surely among the top ten this year, SEBADOH!
An easy love that strokes in circles, SEBADOH!
Just dumb enough, to try to control a malicious idiot, SEBADOH!
Urging you to openly weep
Eric, Jason, and Lou
Music to hold hands by, SEBADOH!
So bad, It’s good, SEBADOH!
Never hesitating to bite the hand that feeds, SEBADOH!
SOBODAH!
Three guys who think it’s much more important if the music is heartfelt
Rather than if the music sounds like shit or not, SEBADOH!
The east is where the vampires live
The west is where the searchers go
Searching for a reason, just like you
Ladies and Gentlemen
The sensitive power of, Sebadoh
In the tradition of Daniel Johnston
Under a cloud of hiss, SEBADOH!
It’s not bullshit, It’s Sebadoh
Sibadoh, Sabedoh
SEBADOH!
Soul, Bare introspection
Framed with fragile melody
Courtesy of, SEBADOH!
Way to Go, SEBADOH!
Puffing proudly upon the pot pipe, there poopy diapers stinking
Ladies and Gentlemen
Three guys infected with new faith
SEBADOH!
SEBADOH!
SEBADOH!
Distinctive song writers
Any Beatle wannabe
Three guys you need to know
Super show, SEBADOH!
Sebadoha
Music to give your girlfriend a hard time by, SEBADOH!
A moment of inept grace, courtesy of, SEBADOH!
Three guys who are free to disagree, SEBADOH!
Eric, Jason, and Lou
Way to Go, SEBADOH!
Unencumbered by structure
Masters of melodic atonal free association
Three Free Spirits
Jason, Eric, and Lou;
SEBADOH!
Sibodoh, Siba-
A crystal shining forever moment, courtesy of, SEBADOH!
Sweet, Destructive
Turning musical corners at breakneck speed
Music with which to mourn the death of human spirit, SEBADOH!
Battling monumental indifference
Sadly overlooked, as creatively inferior bands are basically treated like
geniuses and receive enormous recording budgets
Buns up to corporate waste mongers, SEBADOH!
Standing proud, the test of time
Impulsive in the presence of strangers
Three dumpy guys with no fashion sense
Shaking hands, or sharing feasts
Three friendly minstrels, who aren’t very friendly
Reinventing folk music, SEBADOH!
Jamming where no brain dare to go, SEBADOH!
Boys and Girls
As free as the fingers flow
A heartfelt drone you should know, SEBADOH!
Jason, Eric, and Lou!
SEBADOH!
The lonely band that mutters
Perhaps smoking pot or drinking beer before setting foot on stage, it’s Sebadoh
Another hollow proclamation, courtesy of, SEBADOH!
Another shallow communication, courtesy of, SEBADOH!
Mind expanding confusion, courtesy of, SEBADOH!
Staying true to there hardcore roots
Rocking against negative boredom
And filling you with dreams of freedom, SEBADOH!
Figuratively pissing in your mouth
Humiliating, and subduing your spirit
Exposing every nook and cranny of the human psyche
Way to Go, SEBADOH!
Wallowing in the peace pig pool of evil
Swallowing everyone
Reason to ignore it
Festering with sex frustration
They don’t use your imagination
They spit it in your face
Ladies and Gentlemen, SEBADOH!
Searching for the lowest common denominator
Resorting to tired tales of naughty boy boredom
Asking annoying questions
And providing bogus answers
Self-serving closet fascists
Making money from marijuana masturbation
Incompetence masquerading as inspiration
Inspiration mistaken for true talent
A specter of egocentric behavior
Spuddering wildly out of control
Ladies and Gentlemen
Indie rock’s newest unrecognized genius of songwriting sucker punch
In a minivan for a six-week tour, SEBADOH!
Making it up as they go along, SEBADOH!
Borrowing the vast energy of positive puss monkey
Sebadoh snaps forth with remarkable agility
Nodding solemnly in sad resignation
Three guys who never went to college, SEBADOH!
Taking every opportunity to suddenly manipulate your expectations for a
moment’s amusement
Becoming suddenly bored at your immature attempt to gain our approval
With your typical butt-licking fan-boy fervor, SEBADOH!
Driving dozens of college-aged lemmings off the cliff of limited imagination
Smashing there soft skulls on the jagged boulders of our bitter sarcasm
Three assholes, SEBADOH!
Boring you shitless
Yet, no one is approaching baldness
Laughing at your shortcomings
Tactlessly welding destructive honesty to protect themselves from true feeling
Eagerly, butt-fucking your grandpa
Turning personal vendetta and small-minded revenge tactics into eventually cult
status
The only man in the world who truly appreciated the genius of the swans,
Lou Barlow
Rescuing wounded animals and diligently nursing them back to health
And returning them from there woodland homes, SEBADOH!
Putting down everything
Judging all as lame
But for all there hype as something new
They play the same old game
Another let down, another reason to do it yourself, SEBADOH!
SEBADOH!
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