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Why is everyone complaining about their stage presence? Go watch them play a song that's more upbeat and they're all over the place. Your bitching is equivalent to complaining because the Eagles aren't dancing around while playing Hotel California.
People are just being cunts for the sake of being a cunt. It's like getting pissed at Kurt Cobain because he's not throwing himself on the floor while playing the chords to Something in the Way. Or saying the fans are dumb fuck hipsters because they're not pogoing to an acoustic version of Polly.
Every time I see you in the world You always step to my girl Back, back, way back, I used to front like Angkor Wat Mechanicsburg, Anchorage, and Dar es-Salaam While home in New York was champagne and disco Tapes from L.A. slash San Francisco But actually Oakland and not Alameda Your girl was in Berkeley with her communist reader Mine was entombed within boombox and walkman I was a hoarder but girl that was back then The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out What you on about? I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house Such a modest mouse I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone Every time I see you in the world You always step to my girl Ancestors told me that their girl was better She's richer than Croesus, she's tougher than leather I just ignored all the tales of a past life Stale conversation deserves but a bread knife And punks who would laugh when they saw us together Well they didn't know how to dress for the weather I can still see them there, huddled on Astor Snow falling slow to the sound of the master The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out What you on about? I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house Such a modest mouse I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth Age is an honor, it's still not the truth We saw the stars when they hid from the world You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl Maybe she's gone, and I can't resurrect her The truth is she doesn't need me to protect her We know the true death, the true way of all flesh Everyone's dying, but girl you're not old yet The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out What you on about? I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house Such a modest mouse I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone Gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out What you on about? I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house Such a modest mouse I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone Every time I see you in the world You always step to my girl
They sound great. But I have to say, something was off tempo wise for everyone. Especially the bass and the keyboards. Otherwise, I can't imagine what's not to like about this performance.
