Song for the Painfully Indie

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Song for the Painfully Indie
Painfully Mainstream album art
From the album Painfully Mainstream
Released December 1, 2009
Genre Indie Rock
Length 2:48
Label DFTBA Records
Producer Tom Milsom
Writing credits
Lyricist Tom Milsom
Composer Tom Milsom
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"Song for the Painfully Indie" is the eighth track on the album Painfully Mainstream by Tom Milsom.

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Music videos

  • Official music video featuring a very word-for-word interpretation of the song of Tom performing a gig, also featuring cameos from Charlie McDonnell, Eddplant, GeorgieBOOM, Lomasca, and HatticusRex.
  • Live version recorded at the UK Painfully Mainstream launch party at The George pub in London on December 5, 2009.
  • Live version recorded at the US Painfully Mainstream launch party at Gizzi’s Coffee shop in New York City on December 12, 2009.
  • Live version recorded at a gig in Central Park, New York City on August 15, 2009.

Lyrics

There’s a girl there on the dancefloor,
And I don’t know how to greet her,
Now heterosexuality’s
Not my defining feature,
They said skinny jeans and cardigans
Were the only way to go,
But it seems that Oxfam employees
Are not the ones who know just how it works.

Give me a minute
While I fiddle with my hair,
'Cause you keep telling me that it looks fine,
But I’m the one who cares
About a good impression being made
Cause I’m the one who might get laid,
Don’t tell me how the game is played,
Don’t tell me how the game is played.

And I don’t want to talk to her and take her hand
In case she tells me her favourite band is not my favourite band.
How would I know which drink she’d want me to buy,
When do I look her in the eye,
When did the indie music scene become so over-fussed,
With social inadequacy being such a must?

Dont’ knock me to the ground
If I’m already falling,
It’ll only make things worse you know
I always knew my calling was the stage,
This evening’s filling me with rage,
I only wish I had some sage advice to give me
The indie handbook volume three would read:

Show girls you fancy them
By getting with their boyfriends.
Replace your party loving mates
With awkward, greasy, coy friends,
Who like listening to Sonic Youth.
You always must appear aloof.
Remember no amount of faking,
Will make your indie band groundbreaking.

Don’t think you’re special or much less of a disgrace
Just because you’ve got yourself a lady who plays bass.
Don’t bother finding somebody to play descant recorder,
Yeah that won’t put you back in working order.

You haven’t got a different sound,
You aren’t part of the underground,
You haven’t been together long,
So try to write some bloody decent songs.

The girl’s outside now
Talking to a taxi driver,
If she were coming home with me
It’d only cost a fiver to my door.
I’d talk to her but I am sure
She must’ve heard it all before from guys,
Oh I could cry,
That’s probably the reason why

She’s dressed just like a lesbian,
I hear it’s quite a craze,
You can hardly move in pubs
For all the lesbians these days,
But it hardly matters if she’s gay,
It’s time to move on anyway,
I’ll see you guys here half past ten
Tomorrow evening, do it all again.

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