[Intro] [Verse] Found the hammer in the tall weeds behind the fence Scavenged plywood and the nails that made some sense No one called us when the street lamps started to glow We were architects of dirt roads and the status quo Just some kids with calloused palms and muddy knees Defining borders in the shadows of the walnut trees [Verse] The rotary dial turned slow beneath a steady hand We mapped the miles of a vast and unpaved land Before the glow of the monitor claimed the room We breathed the diesel and the heavy garden bloom Then the plastic boxes hummed a brand new tune Connecting wires in the heat of a quiet afternoon [Chorus] Give us the grit and the flannel tied around the waist A bitter remedy with a heavy jagged taste The distorted chords that crashed against the grain Wash away the gloss and let us feel the driving rain It is the sound of a generation finding its own key Between the analog coasts and the digital sea [Verse] The needle dropped on a record thick with dust The singer screamed about a world he couldn't trust Loud enough to drown out every empty phrase A raw distortion cutting through the summer haze No polished edges just the truth of the garage floor Kicking hard against the frame of a closing door [Pre-Chorus] Turn up the gain until the speakers start to moan A heavy signal that we never really were alone Strip back the velvet and the fabricated lies Look at the iron in the center of the western skies [Verse] We learned to pivot when the screens began to blink To find a balance on the sharp and sudden brink From cassette tapes to the binary code in flight Moving steady through the tunnels of the changing light The forts we built were abandoned to the leaves But the spirit of the maker never truly grieves [Pre-Chorus] Turn up the gain until the speakers start to moan A heavy signal that we never really were alone Strip back the velvet and the fabricated lies Look at the iron in the center of the western skies [Chorus] Give us the grit and the flannel tied around the waist A bitter remedy with a heavy jagged taste The distorted chords that crashed against the grain Wash away the gloss and let us feel the driving rain It is the sound of a generation finding its own key Between the analog coasts and the digital sea [Chorus] Give us the grit and the flannel tied around the waist A bitter remedy with a heavy jagged taste The distorted chords that crashed against the grain Wash away the gloss and let us feel the driving rain It is the sound of a generation finding its own key Between the analog coasts and the digital sea [Outro]
