Local Band from Good Intentions by Racehorse

We turned up on time, dead on 6
The other bands haven’t even showed
We spammed our friends till we made them sick
Are they coming? I don’t know
The drum kit looks like pots and pans
You can count the audience on one hand
Good fucking luck getting paid
You’ll be lucky if the next band remembers your name

I don’t give a fuck about
A single note that you’ll play
How many punters
Are you even bringing today?
You are just some fuckin local band
We don’t care that you came
And we’ll be glad to see your backs

But then I spot in that musty room
Something that makes it worthwhile
Could be the smallest tapping foot
Or a hint of a smile
You make us forget the snake oil pricks
Hack promoters and grumpy shits
A thought buoys me the entire night;
“Maybe we’re doing something right?”

Nothing ever changes
No matter what we do
But I will bash my head against a wall
For these moments few

And far between

• Alternative
• Punk
• Rock
• Bristol