Track 9 of the album Lift the Lamps · 2016
Plug In and Play It Like We Mean It
“A tribute to every band that dusted off their guitars after twenty years. We borrowed their garage energy and gave it twelve voices.”
cinematic pop · cinematic pop · stadium pop · 3:41
Lyrics
Twenty years of dust on the old guitar case Four of us in a garage with a half-forgotten space The drummer's got grey in his beard now The singer's lost a bit of hair But the first chord rings out like we never left there Count it in, count it in Feel the floorboards shake Plug in and play it like we mean it Like the lights are on and the room is full We were loud when we were nineteen And we're louder now, with a little more soul Plug in and play it like we mean it One more time for the ones who stayed Every wrong note is a small bright promise That the song still knows the way We argued over setlists like we did in '99 Someone brought a thermos and a box of old photographs The bassist cried at soundcheck, said he'd missed this more than sleep And the amp hummed back an answer, deep Count it in, count it in Feel the floorboards shake Plug in and play it like we mean it Like the lights are on and the room is full We were loud when we were nineteen And we're louder now, with a little more soul Plug in and play it like we mean it One more time for the ones who stayed Every wrong note is a small bright promise That the song still knows the way Some roads split and some roads wait For the right hour to meet again Raise your hands, raise your hands We're the same old fools, and we're here, and it's then It's now Plug in and play it like we mean it Like the lights are on and the room is full We were loud when we were nineteen And we're louder now, with a little more soul Plug in and play it like we mean it One more time for the ones who stayed Every wrong note is a small bright promise That the song still knows the way Count it in One more time