Issue No 144 Bury Me In Analog Lyrics

So I got a stack of tapes,
Got a name and maybe date,
They're gonna be worth
Something someday
That is if I pop that song,
Just about three minutes long,
About how you told me wrong
Or make the outrage safe.
And if before my time
I decide to take my life
You could take these treasures
And pull them up into light.
Make every song a gem,
Take every one of them,
Release a collection of cacophonic hits!
And remix,
And re-master my disasters
Our first track word will never be for her.
Acoustic takes, it's yours
From the shoebox to the online store.

Bury me in analog,
Pull the reels up!
Nearly burn that water log,
And release it!
They bought it, you sold it
Got nothing for everyone!
They bought it, you sold it
Got nothing for everyone!

And when it goes out of print,
You could then reissue it
Trade off the publishing rights to the highest bid
To a queen or king of pop,
Sell revolution off,
It's an investment, man,
I can't make this stuff up!
And the brats I leave behind
Will party every night
And sleep all day til five
And live the trust fund life.
And they'll call the radio,
Complain and curse and moan
About how everybody thinks
It's cake to live this way.
And my grave will be showered
With the latest in flower power
And the freaks will drive by my street,
And cry, and sing, and dream,
And listen to the new CD.

Bury me in analog
Take the suit and
You can have it auctioned off,
Couple thousand
They bought it, you sold it
Got nothing for everyone
They bought it, you sold it
Got nothing for everyone
Bury me in analog,
Every paper that I ever scribbled on is a treasure
Chart-topper, best seller
Yeah, it'll be yours to take
And buy it and sell it,
It's all garbage anyway!
The... and the suckers
Have all gone out to play!