Never a lead repeated, never the same beat twice
Never a ballad sung softly, as our tube-amplified strings scream so loudly!
when our fingers fumble o'er the frets and sticks of our quality instruments,
We sometimes stumble, mumble, and produce a clever lick.
Listen!
You might detect a hint of brilliance,
buried beneath all that lack of practice.
Hey...
They don't call it "garage sound" for nothing.
And besides, we're not trying to re-invent the wheel.
We just want to rock...
most Thursday nights,
from about 7 p.m. to midnight.
And if you're anything like us,
you'll be fucking amazed
that four married white guys could sound as good as we do...
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