CONVERSATION WITH PAUL

jeremy: 
  so tell me this; what did i miss
  the day they passed out the rules?
  i overslept and woke up inept
  still swimming in dream-drool
  here in detroit, it’s multiple choice
  but every answer you choose: incorrect
  and no one cares, but frankly i’m scared
  (and a little bit circumspect)
the industry:
  individuality is praised under uniformity
jeremy:
  and we hear the same old shit
  doesn’t anybody 
  give a good god damn?
paul:
  so here we are...
jeremy:
  yea, not very far from where we were 
  some odd years ago 
  man, we have no luck...
paul:
  yeah-- or maybe we suck
jeremy:
  i guess it’s all “who you know...”
club owners:
  individuality is praised under uniformity
jeremy:
  should we play the same old shit?
paul:
  no, i don’t think so; and with no apology
  it’s in the blood
  that makes us free to think
  when days of change are imminent
  we only have ourselves to re-invent
both:
  some other high-up mother fucker
  comes and tries to tell me
  how to do my music just to make it sell
jeremy:
  and that’s the difference
  between you and me..
paul:
  yeah, you smother integrity 
  like they told you to
jeremy:
  but i live on bread
  john can’t buy a  snare head
  without selling a graft of skin
  scott bought a bass
  and you filled a rack space
  you can’t fathom the debt 
  this band is in
music fans:
  individuality...
jeremy:
  yea, i know, i know....uniformity
  so we play the same old shit
  do you really think 
  i give a good god  damn?