Rivers of the Blue Album

[Intro] [Verse 1] Strumming chords in a basement haze, Sunset hues on a cassette tape phase. Glasses crooked, a sweater threadbare, Singing lines with a geeky despair. Static buzz from an old FM wave, Punk-rock dreams in a suburban cave. [Chorus] Oh, the Blue Album’s calling my name, Cracked speakers hum, we’re all the same. Break the rules with a power-chord twist, In the garage where the angels insist. [Verse 2] Teenage nights spent rewriting fate, Love and loss on a mixtape slate. A sweaty crowd in a VFW hall, Pogo-dancing through broken walls. Your smile flickers like a neon sign, A bittersweet riff stuck in rewind. [Bridge] Guitar solo screams through the din, Forgotten lyrics where do I begin? Palm-muted hearts and a dropped-D refrain, We’re all heroes in the pouring rain. [Chorus] Oh, the Blue Album’s calling my name, Cracked speakers hum, we’re all the same. Break the rules with a power-chord twist, In the garage where the angels insist. [Outro]