Indie Rejode And The Keyboards From Mars

by Scott Deadelus

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I never wanted to be weird I just am But I wish I could be normal when the sun comes out tomorrow Or maybe tonight I wish the sun would come out tonight
I saw THE band play a show and everyone was there you know? They screamed on stage They barely played But everyone loved it just the same as if they were great As if they made no mistakes I knew I just had to play at the same place But when they booked me a show on my night the building was suddenly gone
He came into imaginary Studio C He said he was looking for me He said he wanted to put more reverb on everything I said no anything but more reverb He said my tracks were all wrong Some were too short and others were too long My tracks to him had a terrible glow He asked me what I wanted out of music I said, I don't know He said, I'll torture you til you find out Reverb is what it's all about His glowed red He laughed instead And muted my guitar He pulled out a knife Threatened my life He took it all too far
I came out with a new CD It wasn't how I wanted it to be Reverb was on everything I could barely make out my notes But still I wanted to stay afloat So I shopped the disc around town To unfriendly faces with unfriendly frowns Saddened I began to mope The major labels thought I was a joke The indie labels were my only hope And that's when I saw it as if it had been there long before The dragon building breathing fire Claiming it could cure my ills without any booze or pills But they demanded some heavy things Like my soul and my musical brains They said I really had no choice So I simply said okay I signed over my soul and I started to do the stroll As the breathing building laughed And laughed and laughed and laughed
The laughing label dropped me but they kept ahold of my soul Some loophole in the writing meant I would be forever fighting And with venues disappearing or denying me the chance to play I had to pretend I wasn't fearing but I was running out of things to say But I said them anyway I played guitar in my room I slept all through the day and recorded on my Zoom
It flew around and landed on me Said what are you doing trying to be indie? Everyone knows indie is the new mainstream You gotta have street creed and you gotta do it right Nobody these days turn indie overnight You gotta be DIY You gotta play at places that suck Others that look like junk It's the only places real kids will listen to your stuff You gotta make your own CDs and give away MP3s Give everything you have You don't have to do it good Oh, it can be real bad but it's your neighborhood!
I will move to San Francisco. No, better yet I will move to Brooklyn, New York. And I will start a club without a license. No, I will become friends with a guy who owns a club without a license. And I will start a band. No, I will play by myself. I will buy a Casio keyboard on eBay and I will plug it into a pedal that makes random sounds and I will pretend like I'm controlling it. The people in the audience will think I'm real far out. And after the show, a pretty hipster will come up and ask me if I want to stay at her place tonight. And then I'll know that I've finally made it. I will be stoned or drunk at all times. I will grow a beard and wear big glasses. No, I will shave my beard and get contacts. No, I will be clean shaven and wear glasses. No, I will get contacts and wear glasses without the lenses. That way, I can decide whether or not I want to wear glasses once I'm already out. And I will carry a fake beard in my back pocket just in case.
I'm so do it yourself baby that I don't need a drummer No I don't need a backing band Well I've got two hands and a voice on my head It won't mess up my plans if a bandmate is dead I'm so do it yourself baby that I don't need a studio and I don't need a label Now, I'll just play at clubs that are barely set up drink and do lots of drugs until I throw up I'm so do it yourself baby that I don't need a girlfriend No, I'll just masterbate all night Yeah, I'll get it right Oh, we'll never fight Oh, I've seen the light Yeah right!
Well I got kind of sick of everything Don't you know that quick horrible feeling? And I didn't know what to do I tried being in bands, making plans doing all those things that musicians do Oh, why couldn't I have been born famous? Oh, why do I have to go through this? Do I do it all to myself? Do I have anything to sell? Or am I just wasting my time all the time?
I developed a sound that sounded underground. It sounded extra loud, but it really wasn't. And I took it straight to the major labels. And said here it is. What you've been waiting for They gobbled it up said enough, enough we wanna book you all around the country And tell me son. Where did you come from? And why do you look so lonely? You know you must have friends and you must have fans Why do you look so sad? I said, I tried and tried and sometimes I lied But people always pushed me around And since the indie kids didn't like my shit I came straight to the big guys He said, that's all well and good We've got the money in the bank How does one million dollars sound? We think you can be a tank And I said, oh, well thanks. Where do I sign? On the dotted line, but first a couple more questions Do you have your soul? A slippery label? What are we up against here? I fell to the ground. Lost it right there. Told him everything. He said, son that's a shame. It really is. But that's one of the things about the biz. We understand you don't have your soul we wanted that for ourselves But if this laughing label is what you say you'll never get paid I cried into the ground wondered what I should do Even if my face was on MTV the laughing label would take everything away from me So I took my songs back home deleted them from my computer Said, it was a good try while I lied and told myself everything was gonna be alright
I changed my name Got a real job I was sick of living life as a slob I ignored beats and musical notes I thought life was a horrible joke But then one day I couldn't ignore it anymore That ugly, inciting musical urge I would use a new name on a new label No one would ever have to know that I was the young man without a soul
I am an indie boy and you are an indie girl And we could be an indie couple if you would only ask me out And we could go to parks together We could ride bikes together We could hangout whenever We could do whatever But I think you are silly for liking music like you do But you are so pretty, so I pretend I like it too And I'll get famous after a couple of years Then all the indie kids will hate me, but I'll have plenty of money Then I'll get rid of you Yeah, I'll get rid of you I'll have no more time for you cause that's what rock and rollers do I'll be a rock and roll star for you!
I wrote songs about kids Songs about girls Songs about things that everybody knows Songs about love Songs about oppression Songs about parents and teenage obsessions
You're named after a state Wouldn't it be great if we could live in the same state? But you live so far away Nights they turn to day and I wonder what will you say? Tonight when we talk online Well wouldn't it be nice if we were always together? Tonight it would be alright I would feel so alive if we shared the same weather
You never touched a guitar but you know it can't be too hard And you do and then you write a hit song Yeah you write a hit song You never knew the things you might do But you saw them over there and said woo, I could write a hit song too And then you write a hit song Cause it's never been so easy Life, recording like the Beatles And though it doesn't rhyme none It can still be a hit song And when it gets back to the slow part you'll forget where your fingers go And you'll have to start all over and rethink your hit song
I sent it out I played some shows I thought I'd be on top after a couple more But the phone calls never came and I started to go insane I banged my head against the wall Sat there and waited some more And thought, why can't things ever be easy?
And just like old times My music and my rhymes Got me nothing but wasted time No record deal No soul to sell No teenage fans So I went back to the drawing room Wished I wasn't a soulless hack But like a man who lands on the moon I knew I would always try to come back


released August 12, 2010


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Scott Deadelus Dayton, Ohio

Making music under the guidance of Dr. Clank since 2004.

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