Elder Millennials See the indie hipster dude living in the basement Reading Thomas Pynchon books and listening to Pavement Thinking bout the government, wondering what his mother meant, she said he might consider moving home It was all a dream, he used to read Magnet Magazine Then Carles and Hipster Runoff showed up and took over the scene He sold his soul for rock and roll, and rock and roll saved him, It keeps him strong, it’s healthier than going to the gym From North Brooklyn heavy metal to the beat scene in LA, Our dude was on the grind and yet he never saw a day Where music looked like something that could ever pay the bills So he had to develop some marketable skills He didn't understand that Jay-Z doesn't own the Nets He thought South By Southwest was as authentic as it gets He likes it when a movie features Spirit In The Sky And all the ladies say he's pretty woke, for a white guy Couldn't say just what he meant when he talked about "the hood" It's not intention, its his impact, and his impact was not good This guy has lots of power and his challenge with it is: Making way for all the voices that don't sound just like his First it was us and them, and now it's you and me: We are whatever all the hipsters from the aughts grew up to be The problem is old, the question perennial Who will run the world? The elder millennials. [repeat]

Louche Life 1. I fucked up each city where I brought my nation The avant garde of gentrification Brooklyn, DC, Echo Park LA, North Oakland and South Berkeley, once I made it to the bay SF was so far gone by the time I made the scene The ladies of the Mission were the last true draw for me One turned out just awful, but the other was the best The finest woman, now my wife, whom i have ever met Bridge. I lived a louche life Louche life On the edge of a knife I lived a louche life 2. Priced out of the places where we hoped we might live, By people with literally no fucks to give A house of our own is all we want money for But now we can’t live in a city anymore The forests and canyons and deserts all beckon The dream of a different thing that i reckon An isolate place where you and i can be we Cause all that we have anymore is community Bridge. 3. Stop thinking all the time about how I might end this I pop a fresh eighth and it smells stupendous All my trash warriors of the hot garbage days Are still in the game in myriad ways When I can't think what i should do next, I recall the words of Shel: All the magic I have ever known I've had to make myself Bridge.

If You Can Get Here (You Can Stay As Long As You Want) 1. Woke up early morning, watched the moon set through my window The garden out the window shines in splendor All these types of flowers, birds and squirrels, and the plants grow Poppies, sumac, lilies, lilac, lavender Bridge: If you want to be cool you’ve got to be kind Seriously no other way to do it I’m with you if you’re with me And if we’re we then we’ll get into it Chorus: If you can get here, you can stay as long as you want If you feel like a ghost, I've got a house you can haunt It's a rule, it's a promise, you just knock at the front So when you get here, stay as long as you want 2. Hummingbirds and honeybees A murder of crows all look at me I watch the birds like Audobon Field guide in hand and camera on Bridge. Chorus. Breakdown: If you can get here, you can stay as long as you want [repeat]

Wood and Wires Intro. Late night in the studio Within the hazy gem lamp's glow I’m poking smot and getting weird With Walt Whitman and his beard Bowie, Ozzy, Jimi, Prince, Gaze from my posters and my prints The Revolution looks so cool Dr. Fink’s synths make me drool Refrain. Repeat throughout: The tones of wood and wires Define all my desires Slabs of wires and wood I'd take every one i could 1. Stretch wires on a slab of wood Strum them gently, pluck them good Electromagnets hear six strings I finger notes and hear them sing All these years it's mostly Fenders Snap and crackle, pops and benders Telecaster, Stratocaster But first I reach for my Jazzmaster Epiphone jazz box of yore No more Gibsons anymore I miss my Les Paul and SG So I built a custom job for me Mustang body, Tele controls, P90 pickups and this thing rolls Oiled up the wood with gun stock finish Some wear and tear will not diminish Someday I'll buy a new SG With dual humbuckers just for me A tool in the toolbox to even the score How many guitars? Just one more I fill out all my many rockers With bass and 12 string Rickenbackers Acoustic in the living room For hanging out and fighting gloom Whichever axe is feeling mean The pedal board will make it scream Through of three Class A tube amps Orange, Vox, or Fender Champ Wah, compressor, octave high, Fuzz, distortion, overdrive Vintage chorus like a Juno Delay, reverb, and tremolo 2. I am the lord of the synth Place heavy grooves upon my plinth I am the synth lord, man Please recognize and stan Synths and drum machines all sing In tune and on time, the rhythm king No matter how you drive your train, You know that Ableton's the brain You could make your music cuter Get a German drum computer Keep adding layer after layer Sample from your record player But there's just one big missed connection Few rare grooves in your selection From your choice LP collection All the vinyl's well known action I plug my bass right in To the virtual amp and grin The bass gets bumped a ton With the Moog or 101 For polyphonic tones i know It’s Micro Korg and Roland Juno Run the sequence or the arp Chords and pads and leads sound sharp But compression and EQ When I've already had a few Are really hard to use And I just wind up confused My Korg sixteen step sequencer and me Only really know how to play in C Thank the void, and Roland in the 80s, For giving us the button to transpose the key 3. Put your wires in a case, And then take them all over the place Show the kids where you can go With your modular road show But I stay in the studio Like Prince alone, nowhere to go Still in here solo, still poking smot Play everything myself whether i like it or not Might stream some jams from quarantine, On Twitch or Youtube if i’m keen Show all my people my dreams today But my live stream only goes one way Someday concerts will come back Not sharing tunes in flesh is wack I miss the bands, I miss my friends, I miss the DJs, way back when But music is my remedy The radio cure, the thing for me Have only faith, fear not, no doubt The only church I care about When friends come thru to jam a bit We’re in it for the fun of it We love the game, play with our toys The goal is always and only joy The life and times of an American four tracker The list of crimes of an Ableton Live cracker What sets me off, what lights my fire, I owe it all to wood and wires