dance hall crashers

I know this seems just a little off from what I normally listen to but I've listening to DHC since HS when I was all about ska type music(don't be surprised to see more ska type posts in time). Such a great band. What else can I say about DHC?


Lost Again





lost again, somebody tell me how to get there
'cause i can't take another handshake
or another blank stare
thought i knew what i had to do to get through to you
guess your head is thicker than i thought
and once i'm there are you gonna care or conveniently look away
i don't think i want us to fall off and die that way
do you believe that i never see what you're doing to me?
i'll keep smiling till the door closes behind me

i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there
i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there

lost again, somebody tell me how to get there
if i hit another detour i'm afraid that i won't care
who'd have thought that i'd have bought the expectations
that gold road probably just leads straight to hell
and once i'm there are you gonna care or conveniently look away
i don't think i want us to fall off and die that way
do you believe that i never see what you're doing to me?
i'll keep smiling till the door closes behind me

i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there
i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there


do you, do you, do you...

tell me if you do!


Mr. Blue



You've had all the breaks
Learning from your mom's mistakes
Eating off your daddy's plate
Spending all your wasted taste
You can't see past your gate
Once I saw you dip your toe
Past the line at the end of the road
But frightened you came running home


You've had all the luck
They fought it out for you
Without them you'd be stuck
They held your hand to walk through
Don't forget you're bored
And that's your only problem
Times for you ain't tough
Try showing them some gratitude

Oh quit your whining
It's so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing

Hey there Mr Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, or what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr. Blue

Inside your white fence
The glass house you've created
Things are getting tense
Don't feel appreciated
Glance out of your window
It looks like sun to me
But you just count the clouds
Sigh and beg for sympathy

Oh quit your whining
It's so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing

Hey there Mr Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr Blue

You could sit there forever
Blaming others but never
Allowing things to get better
you keep trying
Maybe I should just give up


Oh quit your whining
It's so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe you
Hey there Mr Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr Blue