Primetime (Live in Minneapolis, w/ Joe Brent)
from Primetime by Jeff Litman
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Acoustic version of 'Primetime' with Mandolinist, Joe Brent, recorded live in Minneapolis in 2014.
lyrics
We’re not on television
drop your smug pretension
this is just you and me alone
enough with all the preening
and all the self deceiving
take your makeup off and put down your phone
You bathe yourself in sanctimony
hurling your invective every night when you’re in front of the lights
could it be your soul is hurting
as you’re sitting up there smirking
your producers trying to gin up a fight
once you go live you’re never gonna find
a way for you to come back home
and all the tricks and trappings
and the gifts that you’re unwrapping
are never gonna make you whole
Look, I get it’s just a small town thing
and I should stop trying to understand the reason or rhyme
We both gain nothing after wading in
talking past each other in the circus tent of prime time
You gather up your boogie men
load ‘em on the cards and then you’re really gonna give them a scare
with all the protestations and your public demonstrations
and your finger poking holes in the air
They hang on every word
you’re giving them what they deserve
Casandra on the flickering screen
have you lost all your perspective
is there nothing that’s objective
is this your idea of living the dream
once you go live you’re never gonna find
a way for you to come back home
and all that you’ve discovered in the weakness of another
is never gonna soothe your soul
Look, I get it’s just a small town thing
and I should stop trying to understand the reason or rhyme.
We both gain nothing after wading in
talking past each other in the circus tent of prime time
once you go live you’re never gonna find
a way for you to come back home
And all the good intentions
which you probably shouldn’t mention
are never gonna save your soul
Look, I get it’s just a small town thing
and I should stop trying to understand the reason or rhyme.
We both gain nothing after wading in
talking past each other in the circus tent of prime time
drop your smug pretension
this is just you and me alone
enough with all the preening
and all the self deceiving
take your makeup off and put down your phone
You bathe yourself in sanctimony
hurling your invective every night when you’re in front of the lights
could it be your soul is hurting
as you’re sitting up there smirking
your producers trying to gin up a fight
once you go live you’re never gonna find
a way for you to come back home
and all the tricks and trappings
and the gifts that you’re unwrapping
are never gonna make you whole
Look, I get it’s just a small town thing
and I should stop trying to understand the reason or rhyme
We both gain nothing after wading in
talking past each other in the circus tent of prime time
You gather up your boogie men
load ‘em on the cards and then you’re really gonna give them a scare
with all the protestations and your public demonstrations
and your finger poking holes in the air
They hang on every word
you’re giving them what they deserve
Casandra on the flickering screen
have you lost all your perspective
is there nothing that’s objective
is this your idea of living the dream
once you go live you’re never gonna find
a way for you to come back home
and all that you’ve discovered in the weakness of another
is never gonna soothe your soul
Look, I get it’s just a small town thing
and I should stop trying to understand the reason or rhyme.
We both gain nothing after wading in
talking past each other in the circus tent of prime time
once you go live you’re never gonna find
a way for you to come back home
And all the good intentions
which you probably shouldn’t mention
are never gonna save your soul
Look, I get it’s just a small town thing
and I should stop trying to understand the reason or rhyme.
We both gain nothing after wading in
talking past each other in the circus tent of prime time
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from Primetime,
released August 18, 2015
Jeff Litman - Guitar/Vocals, Joe Brent - Mandolin
Mixed and Mastered by Andy Thompson
Recorded by Tom Garneau
Jeff Litman - Guitar/Vocals, Joe Brent - Mandolin
Mixed and Mastered by Andy Thompson
Recorded by Tom Garneau
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Jeff Litman New York, New York
NYC-based purveyor of melodic rock n' roll.
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