Why Last Night Rocked

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The Glowing Figure on the stage is one Ted Leo, with a mohawk, who rocked at Lincoln Hall’s Grand Opening Event.

The best part–other than Shannon’s soldiering through the entire affair–were the five new songs they played. Everything about the night was awesome: The tickets were reasonable, the beer did not have a high North Side Tax and the opening act, the The Jai-Alai Savant rocked.

This blog post marks the end of my fan-boy giggling. I’m going to go pretend to be an adult for eight hours.

2008 Political Mix Lyrics

Used without permission. 

Ted Leo & The Pharmacists: Shake the Sheets

I said, “I wonder how it is I’m standing here, while war is raging everywhere under the sky?

I feel defeated here by everything, cheated here by everyone on every side.

I want to take you to a quiet place, and never ask the meaninglessness to reply.

When will we get an hour to celebrate, find the time to breathe a sigh?

I’ve been working too hard to be living, and later

Walking all night, until I’m shivering, and is it

Wasting the time that I’ve been given, to maybe

Wait for the day of oblivion?

I want to take it to the president, him and all the cabinet, with a broom.

I want to sweep the Halls of Arrogance, sweep the walls of the excrement of these baboons.

But I respect and prize the covenant — I respect the process, I respect the rules.

When will we find a chord as resonant as to shake the sheets and make us move?

You’ve been working too hard to be living, and later

Walking all night, until you’re shivering, and is it

Wasting the time that you’ve been given, to maybe

Wait for the day of oblivion?”

And she said, “Roll out and make your mark. Pull on your boots and march.

Then roll on and meet me where you’ll find me doing my own part.

Roll out your dented car. Maybe it won’t roll far.

But if you do everything you can, well babe, that’s more than a start.

Roll out and make your mark. Pull on your boots and march.

Then roll on and meet me where you’ll find me good and ready.

Sometimes it’s gonna hurt. Sometimes you’re gonna deserve it.

But if you hold on to what you’ve got, I know you’ll keep it steady.

So there’s no end to work, so there’s no end to the murk.

So everything else is dirt, but I am pure and steady.

So cut out the morbid verse. I know you’ll make it work.

And how’re you gonna save the world, when the world ain’t ready?”