Blues Festival - Protomartyr

Take it from somebody who knows

There’s something coming up and I think it’s gonna be a joke

I gotta laugh about it, laugh about it on my own

Life itself like an arrow shot on its arc

First it’s born, then it grows and then it goes

How many suffered trying to be like a rolling stone

Look at Lou Reed and the food lines to the soup

Better listen, my son, to these universal truths

So:

Don’t look for hit where there is none

Don’t try to air your big ideas

Don’t hold the mic like a crying child

Don’t, don’t

Don’t live for free in the commercial zone

Don’t let the band open up their mouths

Don’t heed the words of a digital forum

Don’t, don’t

My eyes

Catch a fright

In the flesh

It don’t look

Right

My brains

They run

On bad

Thoughts

Hell is singing straight into the void

Hell is forever being local support

Hell is opening up a five-band bill

Hell is headlining the Blues Festival

Don’t get ahead of yourself

Don’t get ahead

Don’t get paid in the freedom zone

Don’t fall prey to your own ego

Don’t look for pity when the pity’s gone

Don’t, don’t

Don’t get drunk on the phantom power

Don’t fall in love with your own shadow

Don’t arrive early to the final hour

Don’t, don’t

My eyes

Catch a fright

In the flesh

It don’t look

Right

My brains

They run

On bad

Thoughts

Don’t, don’t

Hell is singing straight into the void

Hell is forever being local support

Hell is opening up a five-band bill

Hell is headlining the Blues Festival