Lance Berc is STD's Bandwidth Wizard and Fog Machine Addict. His father discovered that by listening to the STD jukebox non-stop all day long, his ISP wouldn't disconnect after fifteen minutes of inactivity. He (and his coworkers) probably know the lyrics to STD's music better than the band.
So it seemed worthwhile to give him his own song. The choruses are supposed to be insidious enough to get stuck in your head for days. It works!
The lyrics are from three separate emails from someone who wrote fan mail to STD. They were stream-of-consciousness ramblings that were so rhythmic and catchy they got cut-and-pasted into the song. They have nothing to do with Lance's Dad. Cool, though, huh?
GUITAR INTRO Lance's Dad, Lance's Dad: This song was written for Lance's Dad... I move in small circles, not small enough to hide. I loved that Catholic boy and the people that died. Though life's a bitch, if it's not a destination, then why all these lives of quiet desperation? Lance's Dad, Lance's Dad: This song was written for Lance's Dad... Pen to paper or index to key, it's all the same, just a need to be free. A rhyme or a reason; things to express, if not, what's the point? Let's just all regress. Lance's Dad, Lance's Dad: This song was written for Lance's Dad... Earliest memory: sister's silhouette- out of shower, very wet. Mother's slap: frontal lobe. Sister covered in a robe, vision flashing like a strobe. --Life's small vignettes-- Lance's Dad, Lance's Dad: This song was written for Lance's Dad... BASS SOLO Lance's Dad, Lance's Dad: This song was written for Lance's Dad... It's late and I ramble. I'm not a musician: I have trouble playing the radio. I have no interest in fame, fame is just shame hiding under an assumed name. Lance's Dad, Lance's Dad: This song was written for Lance's Dad... It may be listened to by... Expressly for the purpose of... Solely for the use of... GUITAR OUTRO
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