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| Way down, way far underground We got started at the bottom of the basement We didn't stretch to come to a sound We'd just play until we found the proper placement And it was all right It was just the way we used to do it But now the times have changed and all the questions too Like why bother to pursue it For far too many, many years I'd ask myself the same thing everyday What do I want and where should I do Is playing music just leading me astray I didn't think so And all my sisters convinced me that I should keep it up Because it was embedded in my blood type, oh All that we needed was four tracks and maybe some paint fumes And the desire for creation was away It always sounded good, and we knew it would We never dreamed that one day it would pay And now we're slowly waking up I had the strangest dream I was drowning in a flooded studio coiled in cables and inputs And I was coming apart at the seams Forty tracks Forty mikes Turn up the heaters and fire up the floodlights Because we're going to be here for a long time But this place feels right because this is our space And we can do what we want when we need it and it's on our own dime And now I'm raising up a ballet boy and a hockey girl And I've a wife that I really love Truly, dearly, completely, and hopefully so Somebody's watching over from above Just who, I can't say I try to rationalize it in my own way These are the reasons that you do what you do and I can be satisfied With a life of less work and more play Poor me |
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