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Ok Go
Ok Go


Background information
Origin Chicago, Illinois, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Alternative Rock
Power pop
Indie Dance
Years active 1998—present
Label(s) Capitol Records
Website Website
Members
Damian Kulash
Tim Nordwind
Dan Konopka
Andy Ross
Former members
Andy Duncan



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Ok Go Album


Ok Go (09/17/2002)
09/17/2002
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Lot of knots, lot of snags,
lot of holes, lot of cracks, lot of crags
Lot of naggin' old hags,
lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags.
Oh it's such a drag! what a chore...
all your wounds are full of salt.
Everything's a stress and what's more,
well it's all somebody's fault.

Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Get over it, Get over it, ohh

Makes you sick, makes you ill,
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
Had it up to the gills... makes you cry,
while the milk still spills.
Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain...
Well it's all a crying shame.
What left to do but complain?
Better find someone to blame.

Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
Get over it, Get over it, oh

Got a job, got a life,
got a four-door and a faithless wife.
Got those nice copper pipes,
got an ex, got a room for the night.
Aren't you such a catch? What a prize
Got a body like a battle axe...
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.

Hey! Get, Get, Get, Get, Get over it
(x6)
Get over it, Get over it, ohhhh

. . .


Quit actin' so friendly,
don't nod, don't laugh all nicely.
Don't think you'll upend me,
don't sigh, don't sip your iced tea.
Don't say it's been a while,
and don't flash that stupid smile.

Don't ask me,
don't ask me,
don't ask me, ask me,
ask me how I've been.

Don't think I've forgotten,
you never liked that necklace.
So cordial, so rotten,
kiss kiss let's meet for breakfast.
Don't show up so on time,
and don't act like you're so kind.

Don't ask me, don't ask me,
don't ask me, ask me,
ask me how I've been.

Don't ask me, Don't ask-- ow!

Don't sit there and play just,
so frank, so straight, so candid,
So thoughtful, so gracious,
so sound, so evenhanded.
And don't be so damn benign,
don't waste my fuckin' time.

Don't ask me
Don't ask me
Don't ask me
Ask me
Ask me how ive been

Don't ask ( hey hey hey )
Don't ask ( hey hey hey )
Don't ask ( hey hey hey )
Don't ask ( hey hey hey )

Don't
Don't
Don't ask me

Don't
Don't
Don't ask me

Don't
Don't
Don't ask me

Don't
Don't
Don't ask me

Don't
Don't
Don't ask me

Don't
Don't
Don't ask me

Ask me
Ask me
Ask me How Ive been.

. . .


I saw you slidin out the bar
I saw you slippin out the back door, baby
Don't even try and find a line
This time, it's fine, darlin? you're still divine

You don't love me at all
Ooh
But don't think that it bothers me at all
Ooh
You're a Bad-hearted boy trap baby doll, but you're
You're so damn hot
Yeah, you're so damn hot
Well you're so damn hot
Yeah you're so damn hot
Oh

So now you're headed to your car
You say it's dinner with your sister, sweetie
But, darlin, look at how you're dressed
Your best, suggests, another kind of guest

You don't love me at all
Ooh
But don't think that it bothers me at all
Ooh
You're a bad-hearted boy trap baby doll, but you're
You're so damn hot
Yeah, you're so damn hot
Well you're so damn hot
Yeah you're so damn hot

So who's this other guy you've got?
Which other rubes are ridin hotshot, sugar?
I could have sworn you said before
No more, for sure, what'd I believe you for?

You don't love me at all
Ooh
But don't think that it bothers me at all
Ooh
You're a bad-hearted boy trap baby doll, but you're
You're so damn hot
Yeah you're so damn hot
Well youre so damn hot

You don't love me at all
Ooh
But don't think that it bothers me at all
Ooh
You're a bad-hearted boy trap baby doll, but you're
You're so damn hot
Yeah, you're so damn hot
Well, you're so damn hot
Yeah, you're so damn hot!

. . .


Come on in, sweetie-pie! Have an apple, have some lye...
Leave your friends, righteous and pathetic, standing at the door.
On the books, all your bets favor head-bands and cassettes,
cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores.

What to do?
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all
the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...
could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.

When we moved to the city, it seemed the competition got so much less pretty
but the, the mirror's never failed you like this before.
So your revenge on the world will be pencils through your curls
and if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more.
(and more and more and more...)

What to do?
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all
the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...
could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.
What to doooo...oh?
What to dooooooo....oh?

When that day finally nears, you'll at least have made it clear
that compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose.
It seems that all the people want to do is crowd the streets of
Amsterdam (Pamplona, too),
but the bulls have already come and gone and bellowed all their
lows.
Now nobody knows

What to dooooo...?
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all
the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind...
Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.
What to dooooo.....oh?
What to dooooo.....oh?
Oh what to do, what to do, what to do...oh?
What to doooooooooooo.....woah!

. . .


'Nother long, quiet night.
Another long quiet lonely night, oh.
Spent at your side.
Not a lot left to say.
There's not a lot that I still could say, oh,
to change your mind.

With a little bit of money we could buy us a car.
With a little luck we could get away from where we are.
Let's get outta here.
We'll drive 1000 miles an hour
We'll fly by wheat fields and water towers
We'll go, we'll go, and we'll go, and we'll go;
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go.

Now the look in your eye,
you know the look right before you cry, oh.
It's always here.
So when the day when you wake,
in the mornin' when you awake, oh.
Let's disappear.

With a little bit of money we could buy us car.
With a little luck, we could get away from where we are.
Let's get outta here.
We'll drive, 1000 miles an hour
We'll fly by wheat fields and water towers
We'll go. We'll go, and we'll go, and we'll go.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go.

We'll drive 1000 miles an hour
We'll fly by wheat fields and water towers
We'll go. We'll go, and we'll go, and we'll go.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go..........

. . .


How long did we all think ,
This all would last?
Who could have counted days,
As they flew past?
But before we go,

Sing us a song.
Sing us a song
To hum through the hours of dying.

Who would have thought it'd come
As such a show?
A pink and silver day,
Who was to know?
Even as we go,

Sing us a song.
Sing us a song,
To hum through the hours of dying (x2)

Oh oh oh oh oh….

Noooooo…
Even as we go,

Sing us a song.
Sing us a song,
To hum through the hours of dying (x3)

. . .


Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that
are all think and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them
now -- displaced they're easily more safe -- the worst of it now: I
can't remember your face.

Please...
Return.

For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure.
The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their
toll, and things get bent into shape... Antiseptic and tired, I can't
remember your face.

Please...
Return.

You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old,
you were supposed to grow old.

Return. You were supposed to return.

. . .


Stop getting me off track.
I mean it, there's a problem here.
This time it is for, is for, is for, it is for real.
How can I make myself more clear?

*I never say quite what I mean.
I never mean quite what I say.
An' how did that get outta me?
An' what the hell did I mean to say?*

Mm, this time it is for real.
This is a real emergency.
This time I swear it is the, is the, is is the truth.
Uh, this must be dealt with urgently.

*Well, I never say quite what I mean.
I never mean quite what I say.
How did that come outta me?
What the hell did I mean to say?*

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
There's a fire, there's a fire.
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh....)

I really mean it now.
Huh-huoh.
This time I swear, I have not lied.
This isn't like the, like the, like the, like like the last time.
I swear to God, I have not lied.

*I never say quite what I mean.
I never mean quite what I say.
How did that come outta me?
What the hell did I mean to say?*

Oh, oh, oh, oh......
theres a fire, theres a fire
Oh, oh oh

theres a fire..................

theres a fire! theres a fire! theres fire!
theres a fire! theres a fire! theres a fire!.......
there's...whoa!

. . .


C-C-C-Cinnamon lips and
Candy kisses on my tongue, Fun!
B-B-B-Buttery eyes, if only cries
Could come from those eyes, Ohh

Have you landed yet and, if so, would you let me know?
I'm tired of looking up into those starry eyes.
Does it rain where you are? Does it snow?
And, if so, remind me not to go there.
The weather affects my knee.

I've never felt this way before.

C-C-C-Cinnamon Lips, go powder your cheeks
And meet your new beau, Ohh
C-C-C-Counting sheep, if only sheep
Could put me to sleep, Ohh

I've never felt this way before
I've never felt this way before

Someday (one day) you'll miss me.
Mundane Sundays when I'm gone.
One day (someday) you'll miss me.
One day when I'm gone.
(I do and so long)
One day when I'm gone!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Whoa (repeat 3x)

Have you landed yet and, if so, would you let me know?

I've never felt this way before.

. . .


When we got to Boston, we knew we'd missed a turn.
No one back in traffic school had told us there are signs that can't
be learned.
Geography's too stubborn and people are too clear,
so let's go find a road-side motel with a clerk who won't tell.
Days will turn into nights, nights will turn into days, weeks,
seasons, and years.
We'll stay for years.

Red and white for blood cells, red and white for wine.
They could be the whole damn spectrum if we'd all just let them.
Lord, it's such a crime...
Working on an inch less waistband in the strip mall wasteland
outside of this town,
or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen
more,
everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in.
The fix is in.

Let's go back to Boston. Forget about the turn.
Atlases and gas station attendants are none of our concern.
We'll forge a little life dear (oh dear) and double down our debts,
and I guess it stands to reason that the passing seasons will
slowly dull regrets.
Working on an inch less waistband in the strip mall wasteland
outside of this town,
or clawing at the penthouse kitchen floor for just one smidgen
more,
everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in.
The fix is in.

. . .


Sitting for lunch in a square in this town
(this town that I'm new to),
new fellow from my new town sat me down
and explained it to me:
how when I spin from him I spin from myself,
the center can double the speed of the crust.
Thank you, my treacherous friends.
I'm cringing for myself when I cringe for you.

Hello, my treacherous friends,
and thank you for joining me here tonight.
I brought you all here to discuss, as I must,
how grateful I am for your insights.

With regard to my newborn arachnid kids,
there's something we must discuss:
perhaps we should sit them down and explain
how not to be saved.
Perhaps you could help me to demonstrate
how your center can keep up its sickening spin.
Thank you, my treacherous friends.
Perhaps for my children your surface will smile.

Hello, my treacherous friends,
and thank you for joining me here tonight.
I brought you all here to discuss, as I must,
the fate of my children, the spiders.

Hello, my treacherous friends,
and thank you for joining me here tonight.
I brought you all here to discuss, as I must,
how pleasant has been this demise.

. . .


"Bye bye, baby" Cybil says as she walks out the door.
You can bet that Hollywood looks oh-so-good,
much better than it ever has before.
So my pets have left me in search of careers and richer soils,
heading off to pure-bred friends and happy ends
and anything to prove I'm disloyal.

It's not just that I'm selfish and scared,
it's not just that I'm so unprepared.
It's just you'd think I'd grow out of this, wouldn't you?

So take me to winter, as if it was discontent I'd see.
I'll live with the madmen there and pull my hair
'cause lunacy is everything I need.

It's not just that I'm selfish and scared,
it's not just that I'm so unprepared.
It's just you'd think I'd grow out of this, wouldn't you?

"Bye bye, baby" Cybil says as she walks out the door.
You can bet that Hollywood looks oh-so-good,
much better than it ever has before.

. . .


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