Tape Deck

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

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 climes

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

Because 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 climes

As it turns

To a blaze

Well this flame

It won't last

Here it comes

Hold it close

Well this blaze

Will be fast

Set it free now there it goes