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lyrics
HARDCORE
Husker Du’s so loud
I can’t hear the engine failing
Driving to your house
Got a sense of trepidation
You tell me Bob Mould’s gay
You read it in the paper
But you say it in such a way
Trying to cause me aggravation
I say I don’t care who he’s with
Or if he does it upside down
Zen Arcade’s still a gift
it’s the record of our generation
So put on some Little Red Rooster
Get some words from Thus Spake Zarathustra
We’ll make another killer tape loop
Our group is good
Our group is strong
Our group’s the greatest
Group to come along
When you sat on the edge of my bed
Leaned back against the wall
Then you put your hand on my leg
I said, Boy is that all?
Boy, are you hard
Are you really hardcore?
Hardcore, hardcore, hardcore
Let’s put on some Minutemen
Cos we need a change of pace
You like Mike Watt’s laugh, George Hurley’s hair
And D. Boon’s surprising, lovely,
D Boon’s inviting, lovely
D Boon’s kind, inviting face
credits
from the lines are open,
track released October 6, 2014
Damien: singing + acoustic guitar
Luke Buda: electric guitar + backing vocals
Andrew Bain: bass
Craig Terris: drums + backing vocals