ESOTERICA
Don’t meet your idols Don’t repeat the cycle Just play your guitar instead Sing me those songs that you sing in your head While I watch you get ready for bed, I’m Missing your hands And the way that you dance He could never inspire me like that He could never meet me where I’m at I guess that’s why on the TV he was always so flat He don’t even compare To watching you combing your hair In the daylight On a week night I could watch you for years Saw him on a TV screen Thought I knew what he could mean But he’s empty And he echoes Like an old can of beans And it goes like hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm PLAY THAT DAMN GUITAR SHOW ME WHO YOU ARE WAIT, PLAY THAT DAMN GUITAR SHOW ME YOU A STAR, babe But you don’t understand Why I can’t play pretend Even if he’s stood behind a mic stand When you’re holding my hand Put my feet on dry land Floated miles before I could stand Watch! He don’t even compare To watching you combing your hair In the daylight On a week night I could watch you for years Saw him on a TV screen Thought I knew what he could mean But he’s empty And he echoes Like an old can of beans And it goes like hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm PLAY THAT DAMN GUITAR SHOW ME WHO YOU ARE WAIT PLAY THAT DAMN GUITAR SHOW ME YOU A STAR, babe
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1. Idols - ESOTERICA
Avant God
Album: Avant God
Year: 2026