Blue Dress

And I load it upstairs, just to load it downstairs

and I load it in to a windowless room for 60RMB an hour

So I can feel some power, so I can try some ideas

So I can put words over beats that will be forgotten by the end of the year.

And I untangle leads, yell until my throat bleeds

Breathe in the mould and replace broken strings

That I bought the day before and carried home in the storm

Put in the guitar case with pliers and band aids

And we practice the set, try to pick our best songs

Check what time we’re expected there and what time we’re on

Tangle the leads again and load it upstairs

Drag it home over worn out bones just to get it on stage

But the girl in the blue dress, keeps talking through my set

And the louder I go, well the louder she gets

And I stare at my frets, try to put one or two together that could help me, help me, help me to connect

But no matter who I am or where I’m going or what I’ve seen I guess I’ll never impress, the girl with the blue dress.

They said sound check was at 6, but I get there at 5

and why the fvck is the first band still sound checking at a quarter to 9?

Watch them play the same beats and try to find time to eat

But they promise they’ll be done soon as I slump in my seat

Sitting in a shadowed corner when the organiser said

Let’s wait for more bodies, let’s wait for more heads

Let’s wait, let’s wait, let’s wait for more crowd

Walk on stage and hope our songs make our parents proud

But the girl in the blue dress, keeps talking through my set

And the louder I go, well the louder she gets

And I stare at my frets, try to put one or two together that could help me, help me, help me to connect

But no matter who I am or where I’m going or what I’ve seen I guess I’ll never impress, the girl with the blue dress.