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Learn Moreabout PBS online sponsorship- Hello and welcome to the Homegrown Music Concerts, featuring creative performances from the WVIA studios.
I'm George Graham.
This time, we have a long-running group who, for over 35 years and 16 albums, has won worldwide praise for their creative art pop, The Mommyheads.
(lively music) ♪ The flicker of the vacancy sign ♪ ♪ The roadside motel covered in vines ♪ ♪ It's the same dream ♪ Where we're drawn inside without a clue ♪ ♪ That they've been waiting for us ♪ ♪ This stubborn feeling, I can't seem to shake ♪ ♪ Can't fall sleep, I can't stay awake ♪ ♪ If I get lost in perpetual twilight with you ♪ ♪ Then it won't be so lonely ♪ No one's a planet, no one's an island ♪ ♪ Let's just admit it, we're impulse items ♪ ♪ The less you think about it, the better it will feel ♪ ♪ Trusting your impulse was the whole appeal ♪ ♪ The rush of desire before the sale is through ♪ ♪ Give in to your impulse item ♪ Step out of a dream into the real you ♪ ♪ Give in to your impulse item ♪ Are you strong enough to resist the urge and walk away ♪ ♪ Not knowing what might happen to you ♪ ♪ Step out of a dream into the real you ♪ ♪ Give in to your impulse item ♪ Another day, you wake up alone ♪ ♪ Wash your face and check your phone ♪ ♪ Take a deep breath and make a list of things to do ♪ ♪ That have lasting value ♪ Buy a postcard for the memories ♪ ♪ A matching key chain for your keys ♪ ♪ As you grab your bags, this feeling washes over you ♪ ♪ That you'll be here forever ♪ You bought a snow globe, you want a diamond ♪ ♪ Let's just admit it, we're impulse items ♪ ♪ The less you think about it, the better it will feel ♪ ♪ Trusting your impulse was the whole appeal ♪ ♪ The rush of desire before the sale is through ♪ ♪ Give in to your impulse item ♪ Step out of a dream into the real you ♪ ♪ Give in to your impulse item ♪ Are you strong enough to resist the urge and walk away ♪ ♪ Not knowing what might happen to you ♪ ♪ Give in to your impulse item ♪ Give in to your impulse item ♪ Give in, give in ♪ Give in ♪ Give in, give in ♪ Give in ♪ Give in, give in ♪ Give in (audience applauds) - Oh.
That's off an album called "Genius Killer," which just came out.
This next one is called "Speck Among Giants," off an album called, what album is this off?
- "New Kings of Pop."
- "New Kings of Pop," yes.
"New Kings of Pop."
We have too many records.
You'll see in the hallway.
- [Band Member] Two, three, four.
(lively music) ♪ Spinning in silence ♪ A speck among giants ♪ And gravity is the only thing keeping us here ♪ ♪ Tethered to a planet ♪ Caught between magnets ♪ I'm hanging on to my guitar and a prayer ♪ ♪ If I could reach you with a song ♪ ♪ I'd sing it to a million or one ♪ ♪ If I could reach you with my voice ♪ ♪ I'd sing to the end of time ♪ Yeah, I would sing to the end of time ♪ ♪ As soon as we built nations, we lost communications ♪ ♪ All positive vibrations, now pain and accusations ♪ ♪ Outnumbered and defiant, David running towards Goliath ♪ ♪ Like a speck among the giants, we scream into the silence ♪ ♪ As soon as we built nations, we lost communications ♪ ♪ All positive vibrations, now pain and accusations ♪ ♪ Outnumbered and defiant, David running towards Goliath ♪ ♪ Like a speck among the giants ♪ ♪ Reach into the darkness ♪ Black and starless ♪ Don't be afraid to embrace what you can't see ♪ ♪ In a ship of questions ♪ On a sea of rejections ♪ Your love is the north star to me ♪ ♪ If I could reach you with a thought ♪ ♪ I'd raise it high until it gets caught ♪ ♪ If I could reach you with my voice ♪ ♪ I'd sing to the end of time ♪ Yeah, I would sing to the end of time ♪ ♪ As soon as we built nations, we lost communications ♪ ♪ All positive vibrations, now pain and accusations ♪ ♪ Outnumbered and defiant, David running towards Goliath ♪ ♪ Like a speck among the giants, we scream into the silence ♪ ♪ As soon as we built nations, we lost communications ♪ ♪ All positive vibrations, now pain and accusations ♪ ♪ Outnumbered and defiant, David running towards Goliath ♪ ♪ Like a speck among the giants ♪ ♪ Tethered to a planet ♪ Caught between magnets ♪ I'm hanging on to my guitar and a prayer ♪ ♪ Ooh - [Audience Member] Yeah!
(audience applauds) - Thank you.
All right, every band has a new song, so this is a new song.
Always gotta have a new one.
It's called "Office Park," and during COVID, we had a lot of office parks that just emptied out and cities emptied out.
Office parks emptied out and we worked from home.
So this was a sad office park that I drove by with a lot of tables stacked and magazines in the waiting room I just saw through the window.
It was really sad.
Okay, here we go.
(lively music) ♪ A parking lot designed for 2,000 cars ♪ ♪ A helipad caving in and a tarmac full of scars ♪ ♪ Endless dining halls with views of the grounds ♪ ♪ Piles and piles of Herman Miller chairs ♪ ♪ Not an ass to be found ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ Of our local suburban office park ♪ ♪ They moved headquarters from expensive city grime ♪ ♪ In a quest for more efficiency, all built by design ♪ ♪ Like a paper jam in a fax machine from 2019 ♪ ♪ Maybe human interaction just distracts us from the dream ♪ ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ Of our local suburban office park ♪ ♪ No more mergers ♪ Just time standing still ♪ No more acquisitions ♪ Just time to kill ♪ In the fog, there's remorse ♪ In the air, there's a chill ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ It's the last lonely days ♪ Of our local suburban office ♪ Our local suburban office park ♪ (audience applauds) Thank you.
Oh, all right.
- [Band Member] Ready?
- This next song is called "Devastate Me," and it's about thinking you're gonna break up with someone but not sure and you're in those final moments and your mind is racing.
What did I do?
What can I do?
Or it's not about that.
I'm not totally sure.
All right, here we go.
- [Band Member] Two, three, four.
(solemn music) ♪ Down a hidden path, in a concrete cell ♪ ♪ Chained up to a wall and forgotten long ago ♪ ♪ The only crime you done, the only guilt they found ♪ ♪ Is when you say my name ♪ My world comes crashing down, oh ♪ ♪ Engraved in my mind, from a long forgotten day ♪ ♪ In the attic of my heart, it's like you never went away ♪ ♪ I petition your release, your life, I beg to spare ♪ ♪ But the one thing you don't know ♪ ♪ I was the one who put you there ♪ ♪ Because you devastate me ♪ You devastate me ♪ You devastate me ♪ The hook you hide is patient ♪ The wound you cut is ancient ♪ The more I try, the more I sink down ♪ ♪ Into your heavy hands ♪ Your touch is like quicksand ♪ Until I don't understand ♪ What's happening to me ♪ We jumped into the fire ♪ For you, I volunteered ♪ But when it was your turn, that's when you disappeared ♪ ♪ To have and to hold, until death do us part ♪ ♪ You were the first to break my will ♪ ♪ And the last to break my heart, oh ♪ ♪ Down a hidden path, in a concrete cell ♪ ♪ Chained up to a wall and forgotten long ago ♪ ♪ I petition your release ♪ Your life, I beg to spare ♪ But the one thing you don't know ♪ ♪ I was the one who put you there ♪ ♪ Because you devastate me ♪ You devastate me ♪ You devastate me ♪ The hook you hide is patient ♪ The wound you cut is ancient ♪ The more I try, the more I sink down ♪ ♪ Into a depiction ♪ My life becomes fiction ♪ Asleep under my skin ♪ Is the concrete cell within ♪ I can feel your heavy hands ♪ Your touch is like quicksand ♪ Until I don't understand ♪ What's happening to me (solemn music continues) - It was in high school, and we picked a name that was jarring.
Now I realize could be a mix between The Mothers of Invention and The Talking Heads, and, yeah, it was '87 in high school, and I met Dan in '90 at CBGB's, which was our- - No.
- '89?
- No.
- '88?
- No.
- '91?
- '87.
- '87, and, actually, it has to be '87, because I would watch his band and they were amazing, and I was just like, oh my God, incredible.
LA Crystal mentioned that we should jam, so we made five records or six records in the '90s, broke up, and then came back and we're up to 14.
So that's quick.
- That's the short version, isn't it?
Yeah.
- [Adam] Jackie came into our lives- - [Dan] Only a year and a half ago.
- [Adam] Because Jackie's a Mommyheads fan.
- [Jackie] Yeah.
- Immediately, we'd have to go, "Are your influences XTC?"
"Yes."
"Are they Zappa?
Are they King Crimson?"
You know, just all the right things for us, and we have an age disparity, but not a love of music disparity.
It's a complete union, and the diversity and general depth that Jackie brings is pretty phenomenal.
- A family friend of mine was actually the one who had turned me onto the Mommyheads just prior to me moving to New York City to look for jobs in audio production, 'cause my friend and I were both playing in an XTC tribute show, and he was like, "Oh, speaking of, here's this band, The Mommyheads, that I used to go see all the time in the '90s," and he played a bunch of the early stuff for me at the time and it was, like, blowing my mind, and I had no idea at the time that he had his own- - Production house.
- Yeah, and so when I stumbled across, I just happened to stumble upon his company on LinkedIn.
I was like, "Oh my god, Adam Elk from The Mommyheads," and then I left this, like, frantic voicemail, but then that turned into an internship and then I've actually been working, was lucky enough to land a job at his company, and I've been working there for almost nine years now.
- I always say, if Metallica is looking for a bass player, they have a million people who'd show up, and if The Mommyheads need a guitar player, a singer, we have one, and that's Jackie.
(feedback whirs) This next song is called "Speaker Heart," and it's about being a musician and the incredible magic it is to play with people you love.
Some days are not so good, so today's a good day.
George is amazing.
He's been doing this a while and we know why, 'cause he makes magic happen in this town for sure.
So we appreciate that.
(lively music) ♪ They rolled you in on a metal cart ♪ ♪ They looked at the ground when they read your chart ♪ ♪ No words of wisdom that they could impart ♪ ♪ 'Cause you were born with a speaker instead of a heart ♪ ♪ So they pulled the plug and they walked away ♪ ♪ They hung you up on display ♪ In the wing of the bizarre and the unexplained ♪ ♪ They didn't even bother to give you a name ♪ ♪ You hang up there with Picasso and Dali ♪ ♪ Showing you our human folly ♪ Punching holes in our paradigms ♪ ♪ Disobeying space and time ♪ Until you feel a spark down in your speaker ♪ ♪ The beating blood of human nature ♪ ♪ Watching all your fingers slowly unfurl ♪ ♪ As you strum a chord in the song ♪ ♪ That could change this world ♪ After the tourists have all gone home ♪ ♪ After they disinfect all those headphones ♪ ♪ After the gift shop has turned off its lights ♪ ♪ And those big wooden doors are locked for the night ♪ ♪ You roam through the corridors, singing your songs ♪ ♪ Hitting all the notes on the top of your lungs ♪ ♪ Pouring out your love, reveling in your pain ♪ ♪ In the wing of the bizarre and the unexplained ♪ ♪ You hang up there with Picasso and Dali ♪ ♪ Showing you our human folly ♪ Punching holes in our paradigms ♪ ♪ Disobeying space and time ♪ Until you feel a spark down in your speaker ♪ ♪ The beating blood of human nature ♪ ♪ Watching all your fingers slowly unfurl ♪ ♪ As you strum a chord in the song ♪ ♪ That could change this world ♪ We're always attracted to the shiny things ♪ ♪ To the shiny things ♪ The hollow promise of love that they would bring ♪ ♪ Love that they would bring ♪ I see myself in you though we're worlds apart ♪ ♪ Though we're worlds apart ♪ Deaf and dumb and born with a speaker heart ♪ (lively music continues) (solemn music) ♪ Take the knife ♪ And break the seal ♪ Let the warm moist air break through its crust ♪ ♪ Watch its layers peel ♪ Like a genie in a bottle ♪ Banging on the glass ♪ Emerging from the ice ♪ For a second chance ♪ A rainbow of color ♪ It's your ninth wonder ♪ Turn the dial on the pilot light ♪ ♪ Gas rushes through a maze of pipes ♪ ♪ 'Til all your fires ignite ♪ Swing off your inner foil ♪ 'Til all your circuits are exposed ♪ ♪ Swing open a door ♪ That was once forever closed ♪ Stunned in disbelief ♪ You're finally on your own ♪ Free, free, to be, to be ♪ Who you want, who you want, as we pass each other ♪ ♪ Out, around, in the open, open aisle, aisle ♪ ♪ With every shade of color ♪ It's a brave new world ♪ Where everyone's a winner ♪ You're always free to tune out ♪ ♪ And eat your TV dinner ♪ No need to knock, 'cause no one's home ♪ ♪ And I can take care of myself ♪ ♪ When I'm left alone ♪ They're always working late ♪ Leading such busy lives ♪ Caught in a maze ♪ Of husbands and wives ♪ No one needs to tell me ♪ Everything will be all right ♪ Free, free, to be, to be ♪ Who you want, who you want, as we pass each other ♪ ♪ Out, around, in the open, open aisle, aisle ♪ ♪ With every shade of color ♪ It's a brave new world ♪ Where everyone's a winner ♪ You're always free to tune out ♪ ♪ And eat your TV dinner ♪ Oh (audience applauding) - Thank you.
Are you guys having a good time?
Yes.
You are.
- Everyone's rocking out.
- Rocking out.
- We're rocking out.
- We'd like to thank anyone who's listening.
- Yeah.
Actually, there are a bunch of people listening.
- At home, in their bubbles.
This next song is called "Genius Killer."
It's off our new album.
We still make records.
We're into those, and it's about not being happy with some things that come on the news, I guess.
Would you say, Dan?
What do you think?
- [Dan] Yeah.
What was the one that recently just got jailed?
What was her name?
- Oh, from Theranos.
- [Dan] Theranos.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- That says it all.
Here we go.
- That says it all.
One, two, three, four.
(lively music) ♪ Every day is the same ♪ With everything that you do ♪ Everyone that you meet ♪ Is a genius except you ♪ Visionaries on the brink ♪ Way ahead of their time ♪ Pulling pearls from their oysters ♪ ♪ At the peak of their prime ♪ Tipping, tipping, tipping past the point ♪ ♪ Thinking that they'll never ever fail ♪ ♪ Building pyramids out of promises ♪ ♪ So they'll never never go to jail ♪ ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪ The natives are getting restless ♪ ♪ For a modern day thriller ♪ You're a gift horse, you're a gold mine ♪ ♪ You're the genius killer ♪ Grind up every masterpiece ♪ Until they're filler ♪ You're a gift horse, you're a gold mine ♪ ♪ You're the genius killer (lively music continues) ♪ There's a genius on the stand ♪ ♪ As we turn a blind eye ♪ There's a genius who broke the rules ♪ ♪ When we know they won't apply ♪ ♪ Every retina gets counted ♪ Every swipe of the thumb ♪ If we're so educated ♪ Then we must be playing dumb ♪ We always, always, always must succeed ♪ ♪ Never, never, never can we fail ♪ ♪ Giving false hope to people in need ♪ ♪ Is just a trick of the tail ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪ Yeah ♪ The natives are getting restless ♪ ♪ For a modern day thriller ♪ You're a gift horse, you're a gold mine ♪ ♪ You're the genius killer ♪ Grind up every masterpiece ♪ Until they're filler ♪ You're a gift horse, you're a gold mine ♪ ♪ You're the genius killer (solemn guitar music) (lively music) ♪ The natives are getting restless ♪ ♪ For a modern day thriller ♪ You're a gift horse, you're a gold mine ♪ ♪ You're the genius killer ♪ Grind up every masterpiece ♪ Until they're filler ♪ You're a gift horse, you're a gold mine ♪ ♪ You're the genius killer (lively music continues) (audience applauds) - Thank you.
That's the pre-yoga detox.
Then you meditate.
All right, so another new song.
It validates a band to have a new song.
We feel good about these.
- From our new album coming this fall.
- The next album coming out in the fall.
- Called "Coney Island Kid."
- This song is called "Why Aren't You Smiling."
- Ready?
- Yeah.
- Two, three, four.
(somber music) ♪ Smile when they say ♪ Don't hold your breath ♪ 'Cause you know in that moment ♪ ♪ There's nothing left ♪ Smile as you watch your dreams ♪ ♪ All get crushed ♪ And all your distinctive features ♪ ♪ Get airbrushed ♪ Tears are falling around your eyes ♪ ♪ Hold them back ♪ As they ask you to stand there and smile ♪ ♪ As if you mean it, as if you tried ♪ ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling ♪ Smile when you find your wounds ♪ ♪ Were all self-inflicted ♪ Smile when what you thought was random ♪ ♪ Was already predicted ♪ Now you gotta file yourself under classified ♪ ♪ Now your only option ♪ Is to just abide ♪ Tears are forming around your eyes ♪ ♪ Hold them back ♪ As they ask you to stand there and smile ♪ ♪ As if you mean it, as if you tried ♪ ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling ♪ Why, why ♪ Aren't you smiling - You know, I feel like we are keeping the flame going for a sound that's very familiar to some people.
Maybe late '70s or '80s or '90s, with bands we used to play with, The Sea and Cake, The Robyn Hitchcocks.
We know how to do that 'cause that's all we know how to do, and also the concept of a band is really important to me, and I know to us, because if there's no interest in playing a tune, we don't do it, and if there's a lot of interest, then we do it.
So nothing's forced just because we think it might score better somewhere on some weird scoreboard, and the secret to that is write a lot.
- Yeah, we have 16 songs for this new album, and they came outta nowhere, and, like, we just have to stop 'cause we can't put more than 10 on a record, and so we have all of these songs and I don't know where they keep coming from.
- Well, not to berate the concept, but it's fun to write for this music.
It's exciting.
There are no rules and that is very invigorating.
Lyrically, or, I mean, sometimes we're like, nah, I don't wanna get behind that lyric, but, generally, it's like, cool concept, or I could do that, and then in terms of working on a piece of music and developing it, I personally feel like I wanna write for that, so it's a weird pull that happens.
It's not like forcing people to accept some genius or some thoughts that are better than, you know, they must be heard.
It's just pure, it's like writing for a Broadway play that is just, it's going.
They need a new song, you know?
- And there's been a total evolution in Adam's songwriting too, because when he was younger, those songs did come in more formed, and over the years, they've become sparser, and there's more room in it, but there's a certain skill in that.
- This next song is called "Prisoners."
It is not in 4/4.
Do not try to dance in the audience please, but if you do try, there's a substantial cash pay-out.
Substantial.
- Ready?
- Yeah.
- One, two, three, four.
(lively music) ♪ We're prisoners of an ancient war ♪ ♪ We're fragments of forgotten lore ♪ ♪ Metal gates hang from our limbs ♪ ♪ They swing without, they swing within ♪ ♪ Concrete walls steal our breath ♪ ♪ 'Cause we forgot to pay our debt ♪ ♪ We're prisoners of an open sky ♪ ♪ In glass cubes piled high ♪ No scent of the wild trees ♪ No fruit underneath our leaves ♪ ♪ Nature's in short supply ♪ No chance to say goodbye ♪ The keys dangle from the warden's belt ♪ ♪ Freedom's seen but never felt ♪ ♪ You scale the bars for every speck of light ♪ ♪ Skeletal cheerleaders on megaphones ♪ ♪ They suck the wounds out of your bones ♪ ♪ You're on your knees for every fallen crumb ♪ ♪ What have we become ♪ Is it just me ♪ Why can't we see ♪ We're just prisoners who believe they're free ♪ (lively music continues) ♪ We're prisoners that the world forgot ♪ ♪ We're strung up tight in a human knot ♪ ♪ Hunger strikes drown every temper ♪ ♪ Searchlights dig up every ember ♪ ♪ God is all that you remember ♪ When you forgot to make your peace ♪ ♪ Distorted ♪ And out of range ♪ We're strangers on an empty train ♪ ♪ Lick your lips but there's no taste ♪ ♪ Repetition's now your faith ♪ Praying for that warm embrace ♪ ♪ And no chance to break away ♪ Random moans replace your speech ♪ ♪ A list of demands hang from your leash ♪ ♪ You're half asleep in a twilight fix ♪ ♪ Cadaver bones fill up your body ♪ ♪ A stranger's thoughts become your hobby ♪ ♪ Anesthesia flows through every vein ♪ ♪ Why do we run from our pain ♪ Is it just me ♪ Why can't we see ♪ We're just prisoners ♪ Who believe they're free (audience applauds) (somber music) ♪ Black box at the bottom ♪ Of a shallow lake in kudzu ♪ You thought you were forgotten ♪ ♪ 'Til a boy in a boat put a hook in you ♪ ♪ Now the world is watching ♪ To see your beacon light up the sky ♪ ♪ Now the world is waiting ♪ To see what's inside ♪ Of you (somber music continues) ♪ Their voices sound like they're in control ♪ ♪ There's so much comfort and so much hope ♪ ♪ We build these big machines ♪ To gravitate to what's in our dreams ♪ ♪ But there's so much we don't know ♪ ♪ So much less as we go ♪ Believe what you want ♪ Just don't believe the pilot ♪ Believe what they tell you ♪ Just don't believe the pilot ♪ Yeah ♪ Dead stick but no tears ♪ Just the sound of the wind as it hisses and moans ♪ ♪ Risk it all and keep moving ♪ And not sink down like a pile of stones ♪ ♪ Flat field in the distance ♪ As treetops scrape my underside ♪ ♪ I still believe ♪ That we can make it out alive ♪ ♪ Misinformation burns so clean ♪ ♪ It smells like blood and gasoline ♪ ♪ We build these big machines ♪ To fabricate what's in our dreams ♪ ♪ But there's so much we don't know ♪ ♪ And so much less as we go ♪ Believe what you want ♪ Just don't believe the pilot ♪ Believe in yourself ♪ Just don't believe the pilot ♪ Believe what you want ♪ Just don't believe the pilot ♪ Believe what you need ♪ Just don't believe the pilot (audience applauds) - You guys have been awesome.
This last song is called "Needmore, Pennsylvania."
It's actually a town in Pennsylvania.
We drove through it, lost on tour once, which has nothing to do with the song, but I do get people from Needmore, emailing, going, "Please explain."
It's more about, oh, God, in the 20s, a relationship, probably.
- [Band Member] One, two, three, four.
(solemn music) ♪ I feel like ♪ I've got my legs caught in a bind ♪ ♪ I feel like ♪ I have to watch where I'm going ♪ ♪ And it's draining me ♪ And it's draining me ♪ I feel like ♪ We're two flies in a cookie jar ♪ ♪ I feel like ♪ We're satisfied, but we won't get far ♪ ♪ And it's draining me ♪ And it's draining me ♪ Did he call you up ♪ He did ♪ Did he sympathize ♪ That's right ♪ Did you put your heart (lively music) ♪ Right between his hands ♪ When he looked you in the eyes ♪ ♪ And he told you not to fight ♪ And at 3:00 AM ♪ Did you believe him again ♪ And did he leave you (somber music) ♪ I feel like ♪ That I'm a little bit like him ♪ ♪ I feel like ♪ I'm scared to let you in ♪ And it's draining me ♪ And it's draining me ♪ I feel like ♪ We're two flies in a cookie jar ♪ ♪ I feel like ♪ We're satisfied but we won't get far ♪ ♪ And it's draining me ♪ Yeah, it's draining me ♪ Did he call you up ♪ He did ♪ Did he apologize ♪ That's right ♪ Did he get you high ♪ And did he please you again ♪ Did he crawl across the room ♪ Just to prove that he was right ♪ ♪ And at 3:00 AM ♪ Did he put on his coat ♪ And did he leave you ♪ Ah ♪ It's draining me ♪ It's draining me ♪ It's draining me ♪ It's draining me (somber music continues) (somber music continues) (somber music continues) (somber music continues) (audience applauds) - [Audience Member] Yeah!
Yeah!

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