Verse 1a
This ragged setup keeps falling apart
at the seams, just like a work of art
Two mics, one monitor, this infernal contraption
I'll keep singing and singing until *crash*
Chorus
Indie at it's best, not to judge the rest
quirky text that's self analytical
'tempting steady beat, try to keep it neat
with no production value
Verse 2
I'll keep singing as if it's all planned out
He'll keep strumming until I give a shout
Not Knowing, not believing, not understanding
We'll keep being random until this place goes mad
(oh so mad)
[Chorus]
Verse 3
This song slows down, right at this section
The chorus stuck like a nasty infection
These rhymes are bad, but that's OK
We're just a small indie band anyway
[Chorus]
Verse 1b
This ragged setup keeps falling apart
at the seams, just like a work of art
Two mics, one monitor, this infernal contraption
I'll keep singing and singing for the duration
[Chorus]
STOP [shout stop to cue guitar to stop playing]
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ROUGH DRAFT