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[Applause]
This is a new one, right here
In a basement filled with instruments
A couple of kids made an attempt
To write the world's greatest song
Matching words with melodies
Power cords and minor keys
Wondering if anyone would sing along
When the rhythm and soul gets in your blood
The bass drum pulls with a mighty tug
And your mind starts to speculate
From a secret hideout underground
Is the Frankenstein we built out of sound
Really strong enough to bear the weight
Well drop the seats down in the bomber
Somehow we'll make the pieces fit
No one knows and so they wonder
If this is really it, it sounded like this
Like that, blew out the walls
And the ceiling collapsed
Filled up my head, was loud, it was bright
And when everyone heard it, everybody knew
Things were gonna be all right
This is the part where everything is alright
When I was still a kid, I went with my mom
I knew every word to every song
And we sang like we were at church
In high school, getting crass
Smoking long up on the grass
Afterwards I bought myself a shirt
For a moment the sound was madness
Fear we might have gone insane
But the dancing gnomes on your serape
Brought comfort to my brain
It sounded like this, like that
It sounded like this, like that
It blew out the walls
And the ceiling collapsed
Filled up my head, was loud, it was bright
And when everyone heard it, everybody knew
Things were gonna be all right
Things were gonna be all right
Things were gonna be all right
Things were gonna be all right
It sounded like this, like that
It blew out the walls
'Cause the bass was so fat
Filled up my head, was loud, it was bright
And when everyone heard it, everybody knew
Things were gonna be all right
[Applause]
That was written about one of
Our first concerts we went to