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This song is about ambition and using music performance as a means to travel beyond the small town the band is from.
This song is from the album E. Von Dahl Killed The Locals. The Matches used to be called The Locals until they had a legal battle with Yvonne Doll and changed their name. So the fact...
Out in the streets at all hours of the night
Softly bathed in flickering dashboard lights
Hey! There's no painless
Way to say
That I pass on the piece of pie
That you planned as mine
I'm starving too but I'm hungry for life
Not that life
But my life
It's my time
My POS car with the radio playin'
The graveyard jockey is on the air sayin'
"Here's a new hot band outta Oakland..."
And it's the sound
Of my way out
We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
I used to watch
This kid turning wrenches next door
He grew up
Engines strewn across the oil stained floor
I got a car
The next year
I knew better but let it fall
Into disrepair
I gotta get away
Gotta get away
Gotta get away from here
But four wheels
Aren't going to get me there
Summer time blues
On the front porch swinger
The jock says that
The Rage got a new singer
The first note
Rips through the speaker
And it's the sound
Of my way out
Yeah!
We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes...
The dust off these shoes...
We're the wolves
Prowlin' the shadows of these worn down streets
A rabid dose of ambition drives us to the books
To the highways -
To the low-way -
To the air waves -
We're all just tryin' to get a better look
At what's beyond the tall grass
That grows around this town
I gotta see the world for myself
And I only know one way to get out
Pick up my ticket to any where but here
It's got six strings and a soul
I gotta get away, Gotta get away
Gotta get away from here
Turn it up, and rock right out of this hole
We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
We make noise
What else could we choose?
We're gonna be more than local boys
And shake! shake! shake!
The dust off these shoes
Shake! Shake! Shake!
Shake! Shake! Shake!
Shake! Shake! Shake!
Shake! Shake! Shake!
More Than Local Boys was written by Mike Harwood & Shawn Harris.
The Matches released More Than Local Boys on Tue May 11 2004.