basements - john r. miller lyrics
[verse 1]
spent all our time in bas*m*nts looking for a sound
occupied a church hall just outside of town
my friend had a twin and i had some old no*name strat
and our drummer’s dad was cool and he let us come over and practice
pedal boards and power chords, tape deck on the stairs
gave up talking to the lord, but the devil heard my prayers
[verse 2]
got a little older and i moved out into a room
with a cutaway guitar and i was homesick for the moon
so i hired on with a road crew like a hinge without a door
got an old econoline, put the pedal to the floor
and we were unrepentant trouble, cynical and self*righteous
black labels in the moonlight underneath the ancient cypress
[chorus]
they make off with what you sow
but you can’t reap what you still owe
[verse 2]
got a little older, dilated in the woods
fancied myself some philosopher, but i was only ever good
at washing dishes at the cafe, playing bass out on the weekends
sleeping ’til noon every day and never calling back my friends
and i couldn’t make the cut, but i could make a bad impression
it’s only once you’ve lost enough you get to learn the lesson
[chorus]
they make off with what you sow
but you can’t reap what you still owe
[verse 4]
now i know my handywork doesn’t sound all that correct
wood’s a little warped, resistors out of spec
but you can string up a slab of pine with some forty*watt 1×10
and i used to be somebody, i just don’t remember when
so back down to the bas*m*nt, my foolish pride and me
i keep it dimed in 2/4 time and i offer up a plea
[chorus]
they make off with what you sow
but you can’t reap what you still owe
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