Look Dad No Tunes Songtext / Lyric

My life is comfortable

But I don't want that image for my band

Inside, I'm reasonable

But I'll make out they just don't understand

When we don't feel well, let's

Put on some Velvets

Lean our guitars up against the amp



And get feedback

When I feel that I need that

Air of “look, aren't we dangerous”

That's the time to feedback



Intense, no compromise

Nasty evil, cranking up my brain

Hey, ho…

She's gone to Spain with a load of mates from work



And I feel cursed and sore, like

I'm Thurston Moore-like

The darkness in my eyes won't go away






I get feedback

In my bedroom in Nantwich

Stamp my foot down on the angst switch

That's the time to feedback



Somebody's knocking on my door

It's the boy from over the road

And he says he shares our obsession

And he'd like to join in on the session

And the others aren't arsed either way

So I say



I think we'd better let him in

I heard he's got a Theremin

I think we'd better let him in

I've heard he's got a Theremin



And I've seen him walk through the park a lot,

And I bet he listens to Arc a lot



I think we'd better let him in

He's got a Theremin

We'd better let him in

He's got a Theremin