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(the) Gods (of Rock and Roll)

from College Party Mixtape, vol. 1 by Jacob The Horse

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2003, Philadelphia / 2019, Los Angeles

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I’m packing up my amp and my guitar
Your little sister cries ‘cause we will practice no more
We’ll play one last song with every single chord
Shaking all the dishes breaking plates on the floor

The neighbors cried from down the street
We’ll call the cops if you don’t turn down
We’re starting fights and kicking teeth
Thrown out of bars at 17

We are young and dumb and stoned and full of hope
We are the gods of— we are the gods of rock and roll.

I’ll call you when I get to where I’ve gone
And read you all the lyrics to our one last song and

One day you’ll get married
And have a baby and
I still go crazy
Singing songs from sixteen years ago

We’ll drift apart
And now our band’s reduced to pictures on your wall
And all those songs
And how it kills me that never talk at all

I’m still out saving people’s souls
I am the god of rock and roll

And if I hadn’t moved away
Would you have stayed and made it big with me?
Or would you’ve grown up anyway?
Would you have quit when things got dirty
Did you give up on your dreams?
Or am I stunted, feeling things you only
feel at 17.
Singing songs in basements and begging for a place to sleep.
Is it me who pities you or is it you who pities me?
Is it me who pities you or is it you who pities me?

And I’m packing up my amp and my guitar
Your little sister cries ‘cause she will hear us no more
One last song with every single chord
Reminding me I’m broken
That things only get worse.

We all get old
And fat and bald
We all complain about our taxes
And our jobs
We’re fucking slobs
But maybe one last song
Will make us less alone

I’ll stop by next time I’m home.
We’ll play the ones your sister knows.
Our ear drums ring, voices coal
We’re still the gods of rock and roll.

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from College Party Mixtape, vol. 1, released March 19, 2021

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Jacob The Horse Los Angeles, California

Jacob the Horse met on a Greek island when our daughter tricked us into coming to her wedding in order to figure out which one of us was her real father.

Interest includes: loud guitars, catchy melodic hooks, and cramming as many words into their songs as possible.

They’ve been called “too loud” and “fun, but with depressing lyrics” by friends and enemies alike. ... more

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