We’re Not That Deep (The French Philosophers)

[Verse 1] We rehearsed in a kitchen with a broken extractor fan Wrote a chorus about nothing, now we call it “a plan” Our drummer counts in fractions, then forgets what they mean We’re a thinking person’s band, if the thinking’s off-screen [Pre-Chorus] We name-drop French philosophers we’ve never really read Mispronounce them in the green room, nod along instead [Chorus] We’re not that deep, we just sound like it loud Hide all our doubts in a reverb cloud If you lean in close, you might figure it out We’re just clever enough to keep you in doubt We don’t mean half the things we shout But the hook’s so good you’ll sing it out We’re not that deep, but we echo nicely Dance like you get it, it reflects quite brightly [Verse 2] Our bassist bought a pedal just to look more obscure Now it hums like anxiety we pretend to ignore We write lines about mirrors while avoiding the glass Call it self-reflection, but we’re taking the piss, fast [Pre-Chorus] We argue over setlists like it’s high art at stake Then play the same three songs in slightly different takes [Chorus] We’re not that deep, we just dress like a thought Black jeans, blank stares, everything overwrought If it sounds profound, it’s probably not We’re just rhythm and doubt in a tangled knot We don’t fix anything we sing about But we’ll loop it clean till it phases out We’re not that deep, but we echo nicely Lose yourself in it, don’t ask too precisely [Bridge] Is this ironic? (Yeah, probably) Is this sincere? (Only sonically) Do we believe it? (Depends on the night) Turn up the kick drum, it’ll feel like insight We tried to write something painfully true But it scanned better vague, so that’s what we’ll do [Breakdown] (Ooh—) We auto-tuned the honesty (Ah—) Quantised vulnerability (Ooh—) Sidechained our identity To a four-on-the-floor dependency [Final Chorus] We’re not that deep, but we dive on cue Choreograph feeling like bands should do If you find yourself here, well, we did too By accident mostly, but we’ll see it through We don’t mind being figured out That’s kind of what this song’s about We’re not that deep, but we echo nicely And laughing at ourselves? That fits us precisely