Track 5 of the EP Grind Rails and Grape Soda · 2011
Skate Park Basement Blues
“Our home address in song form. We closed with it because the basement deserved the last word.”
punk · basement punk · anthemic punk · 2:29
Lyrics
Concrete floor and a busted amp Egg-carton foam on the wall Three kids, one drum kit, and a heater that smells Like burning socks and all We can't play but we play it loud Landlord's thumping on the floor We turn it up, he can't stop us now One more time, one more One, two, three, four Shake the basement door Skate park basement blues Nothing here to lose Sing it with your sneakers on the floor Yell it till your voice is sore Skate park basement blues Nothing here to lose We're a band, we're a gang, we're a mess And we'll never play it any less Scraped knees and a broken string Pizza box for a tambourine Wrote a song about your sister's cat Best thing we have ever seen Mom's upstairs yelling dinner's done We say five more minutes, please Turn it up till the walls all sweat And the ceiling starts to breathe One, two, three, four Shake the basement door Skate park basement blues Nothing here to lose Sing it with your sneakers on the floor Yell it till your voice is sore Skate park basement blues Nothing here to lose We're a band, we're a gang, we're a mess And we'll never play it any less Someday we'll be old and tired Someday we'll have jobs But I'll hear a chord in a parking lot And I'll be here again Skate park basement blues Nothing here to lose Sing it with your sneakers on the floor Yell it till your voice is sore Skate park basement blues Nothing here to lose We're a band, we're a gang, we're a mess And we'll never play it any less One, two, three, four Hey, hey, hey