On the House

The band has made a name for itself nationally, appearing as the house band on the Jenny Jones Show and opening for Merle Saunders, Jerry Garcia Band and the Push Stars. The Disney Channel, the Discovery Channel and MTV’s “The Real World” and “Road Rules” have used its songs, and director Jeff Anderson (“Clerks”) ran one of its songs in the ending credits of “Now You Know.”

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Live @ Herman's Hideaway

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Digital age, flip the digital page
Image taken in my mind, how your hips so engaged
with the fabric of time and space and time.  Just the way that you sway,
make a nigga feel suspended, ain't much else left to say.
Other than where another man say he sees ass?
I see, chemical processes goin' on in the past.
So that, all that convexity and all of that mass 
Make you complain about it later like "I fuckin' hate pants."
I don't mind anything that you mind f'real
I don't mean to invalidate all of your bullshit f'real.
Not bullshit
I mean your feelings and stances,
all your mental jiujitsu and all your verbal advances
All of the mental sparring and all of those gazing dances.
I sometimes say I hate it, but really though do the math if
that were the case and we were Boolean
if I were speaking Truthfully then you would equal True the end.

I ain't mean to cut you off
Have I cropped perfection?
There was a time you ain't have internet 'cause lost connections.
Somehow we forgot the magic in our very essence.
Somehow we just wear these masks instead of gettin' fed up.
Wifi got my music Hifi
I hear sounds singers ain't even know they could hit
All the fiberoptic wires in the world
don't mean shit
If I can't FaceTime wi'tchu girl
am I sick?

Empty cans of Perrier what the fuck I'm thinkin'?
Empty bottles of Patrón what the fuck I'm drinkin'.
Only if it's gold, you are not what you drink 
I'm tryin' to mend my soul, so I'm bumpin' Chente.
Yo ya te dije lo que quise y no me lo hiciste
Me engañaste, bitch and left me to pick up the pieces.
I'm tryin' to solve the issue, format it, present my thesis.
But life's not clean cut when I search I can't find fuckin' reasons.
Instead I'm fallin' in my head
I'm tryin' to let it all out but I ain't got that much breath.
Don't even know the point of anything I ever said
So why am I upset now that you have chose to text?
You hated when I wouldn't introduce you as my ex
And I took pleasure in all of that pain and never said.
Actin' like I wasn't all affected by the end.
Actin' like that time we had together was for trend.980 nn.no
p[v bmn,.  .l;–≠

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