"Sound Man / Low Fidelity" lyrics
[Sound Man]
What?
This microphone shocks my lips
Am I being judged?
These cable cords catch my feet
Am I about to fall?
He is a simple man, he has a simple plan
He wants to make things sound beautiful
But he can't take the stage, he can't contain his rage
He's got the monitors all the way up
He is the sound man (The sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he gives sound advice (He is the sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he's got me down flat
In the studio, can't take his headphones off
Although they hurt his head, he smokes a cig instead
On the radio, he points and says, "That's me!"
Although I did not seem struck dumb or anything
You can hear me
I am the ghost in the machine
Can you hear me?
No, I can't hear anything
Turn the monitors up!
He is the sound man (The sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he gives sound advice (He is the sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he sees me sharp
He is the sound man
He is the sound man
He is the sound man
He is the sound man
I can see myself gaining weight
Drinking pumpkin beer at the warehouse
Losing my hair
Learning the correct way to wrap wires
Losing my hearing
Losing count of the festivals
Can we make the bands sound better than the sound they make?
He is a simple man, he has a simple plan
He wants to make things sound beautiful
(Sound man)
He is the sound bands make (yeah, he is the sound man)
And he gives sound advice (ooh, he is the sound man)
He is the sound bands make (yeah, he is the sound man)
I can't hear what you're saying to me! (ooh, he is the sound man)
Nobody listen to the sound man! (yeah, he is the sound man)
Make sure you don't listen to the sound man! (ooh, he is the sound man)
You shouldn't be able to hear him, the sound man! (he is the sound man)
No no no no!
[Low Fidelity]
I can still hear the fucking click track
I would be honored to be castrated at your hands
Yes, I'd be happy to play tambourine in your band
Oh, but don't ever let me produce
You gotta keep me blind to my muse
'Cause I like it loud and loose, I got low fidelity
What?
This microphone shocks my lips
Am I being judged?
These cable cords catch my feet
Am I about to fall?
He is a simple man, he has a simple plan
He wants to make things sound beautiful
But he can't take the stage, he can't contain his rage
He's got the monitors all the way up
He is the sound man (The sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he gives sound advice (He is the sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he's got me down flat
In the studio, can't take his headphones off
Although they hurt his head, he smokes a cig instead
On the radio, he points and says, "That's me!"
Although I did not seem struck dumb or anything
You can hear me
I am the ghost in the machine
Can you hear me?
No, I can't hear anything
Turn the monitors up!
He is the sound man (The sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he gives sound advice (He is the sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he sees me sharp
He is the sound man
He is the sound man
He is the sound man
He is the sound man
I can see myself gaining weight
Drinking pumpkin beer at the warehouse
Losing my hair
Learning the correct way to wrap wires
Losing my hearing
Losing count of the festivals
Can we make the bands sound better than the sound they make?
He is a simple man, he has a simple plan
He wants to make things sound beautiful
(Sound man)
He is the sound bands make (yeah, he is the sound man)
And he gives sound advice (ooh, he is the sound man)
He is the sound bands make (yeah, he is the sound man)
I can't hear what you're saying to me! (ooh, he is the sound man)
Nobody listen to the sound man! (yeah, he is the sound man)
Make sure you don't listen to the sound man! (ooh, he is the sound man)
You shouldn't be able to hear him, the sound man! (he is the sound man)
No no no no!
[Low Fidelity]
I can still hear the fucking click track
I would be honored to be castrated at your hands
Yes, I'd be happy to play tambourine in your band
Oh, but don't ever let me produce
You gotta keep me blind to my muse
'Cause I like it loud and loose, I got low fidelity
