They're A Weird Mob

by Weird Mob

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You got a real funny walk Another side effect of your condition And all the “feel for me” talk It’s a rejection of the old tradition Call the rarebit fiend, he’ll show you what I mean All the rarebit fiends are lost inside a dream Just settle down for a while Amidst the mattresses and golden spires We’ll chalk it up to denial Until the pillowcase erupts with fire All the rarebit fiends are lost inside a dream Call the rarebit fiend, he’ll tell you what I mean But some folks build it like a machine How many more nights left to dream? We’d raise a toast to the past And grace the pages with another panel But now we’re tied to the mast With nothing left to do but change the channel All the rarebit fiends are lost inside a dream Call the rarebit fiend, he’ll tell you what I mean Call the rarebit fiends they’ll show you how to dream
3.
There’s a message up on the marquee It’s there for anyone to see Practice monologues clandestinely The finders keep the parts they need School for akters all along Nothing right could be so wrong School for akters everyone But I could never say how I feel School for akters all along Taking notes on everyone School for akters on and on And I could never say how I feel No, I could never say how I feel But something’s always wrong Something’s always wrong Something’s always going wrong with me There’s a man who’s been following me He writes down everything he sees And that message up on the marquee Somebody put it there, somebody put it there School for akters, all along I found a place where I belong School for akters, everyone The finders keeping up their part of the deal But I could never say how I feel Oh, oh, oh
4.
It’s a week of Wednesdays for you, anyway Carving out some space to fit another day Sliding down the bar It’s who you are Mixed with who you thought you would be A portrait hung where eyes cannot fail to see One more week of Wednesdays for you, after all A whirl and a twirl that melts into a fall Spinning on your heels That’s how it feels When you’re left with nothing to do But count the seconds of a life painted blue All those times you had to crucify yourself Looking out for your old love again And all the reasons you were left upon the shelf I don’t know, I just don’t know It’s a week of Wednesdays for you, anyway Off to nap with anger for another day Lousy with regret You’ve placed your bet And here is where you’re going to stay But something tells me that you’re well on your way Another day, hey hey
5.
Street Brawl 03:09
Come down to the village hall, come down for the street brawl Line up at the village hall, sign up for the street brawl Another stab at a legacy As the battle wages well into the night And we’re tied up with complacency When there’s really nothing left to do but fight And it’s the only thing that makes us feel alright, oh oh oh Come down to the village hall, throw down at the street brawl I’ll meet you at the village hall, and beat you at the street brawl But if you’re willing to find yourself There’s no better place to look than where you stand For the sake of your mental health Try to make it up as if you had a plan Nothing left to give away besides your hand, oh oh oh That’s the rub, these bats and clubs We’ll take them down It’s all set up for you So come down to the village hall Another stab at a legacy Still the battle wages well into the night And we’re tied up with complacency When there’s really nothing left to do but fight And it’s the only thing that makes us feel alright So let the battle cry ring long into the night, oh oh oh
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You’ve got to choose your own adventure Part of me died and I don’t know why You’ve got to make your own design I’ll never know what you’re going to find anyway Could it be that we're here all alone Left with something resembling home Circling back to the places we've known Like a palindrome Time to toss them back into the void All the creatures that we destroyed As the sun sheds some light on the truth That we can’t avoid All those things you seek Can be found inside the scared and weak Keep to your own mind Don’t let the wickedness sink behind All of us wired in parallel Stuck on the other side of the road Keep pursuing this adventure Something denied and I don’t why What to choose for this design Stretched to the max but falling behind anyway Strangeness inks the land Black as volcano sand Slipping right through our hands again All those things you seek Can be found inside the scared and weak So keep to your own mind Don’t let the wickedness sink behind All of us wired in parallel Stuck on the other side of the road
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It’s in my blood to let the milk go bad It’s all I ever had I’ll try to lean the way that hurts the least Now that I’ve said my piece When the tide recedes, they take their leave Abandoning the chosen few They stack them up like so much noise You can reconvene with the things you’ve seen But stories seldom tell themselves As if they ever had a choice Train the eye to watch for signs of light It’s never been so bright Still sitting here where seconds drag on by Don’t even ask me why But when the tide recedes we’ll take our leave It’s all that we’ve been taught to do There’s nothing left for us to conceive Well, it’s us against the world again So tell it to me like a friend Let’s choose which mystery to believe

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The debut EP from Charlottesville, VA indie pop band, Weird Mob, recorded between May and November 2012 in a variety of warehouses and basements.

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released February 26, 2013

Dave Gibson - guitar, keyboards, bass, vocals, drums on 1
Renee Reighart - vocals
Adam Brock - drums, percussion, vocals

Produced by Weird Mob
Mixed and engineered by Weird Mob and Bryan Hoffa
Mastered by Greg Elkins

Thanks: Borrowed Beams of Light, Invisible Hand, Naked Gods, SQUEEZEus, friends, family, Lily.

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Weird Mob Charlottesville, Virginia

Weird Mob are an indie pop band from Charlottesville, VA. They like synthesizers, loud guitars, and catchy melodies. They are: Dave Gibson (guitar, keyboards, vocals), Renee Reighart (bass, vocals), Adam Brock (drums, vocals), Bryan Hoffa (guitar, vocals) and Kris Hough (keyboards, vocals). ... more

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