Mountebank

Another filthy Austin band cashing in our drink tokens and falling in love all too quickly. Garage rock//alternative//indie folk • Hippie Crippler • "Borne on an Elliott Smith cusp, with a moon rising in Cat Stevens/Tea for the Tillerman winsome pop." —Laurie Gallardo, KUTX Austin Music Minute • live • original • lyrics • sxsw • videos • shows • tour • album • EP • podcasts • twitter • instagram

Pilot Season

How many photographs of pipe dreams and
sweaty glass remain before you act your age?
The setup keeps falling flat to this packed house of empty
  pity laughs you’re glad to take
  Each time you grace the stage

Subvert my expectation— don’t end this knock-knock joke the same
And no Bill Hicks revelations//I need a real laugh today.

‘Coz I’m always three steps from unable
 finger on the trigger of a tongue that does me no favors
Aimed at always how you run your bits at the table//I wouldn’t break the
 fourth wall but, man, I didn’t sign any waivers for this.

We’ve been green-lit//the focus group sensed a real conflict.

You’ve got your L.A. five but
But you don’t really care to live or die by
  what you say//Just here to build your name.
You’ve kept this beast alive– you ask,
  “What’s the deal with (romance in a modern age)?”
Like it’s your bit to claim.

Don’t land on dull perspective;
  I was once stoned and thought the same.
 This ain’t no joke elective– home ec. or woodshop for the grade. 
Grow up and act your age.

‘Coz I’m always three steps from unable
  finger on the trigger of a tongue that does me no favors
Aimed at always how you run your bits at the table//I wouldn’t break the
  fourth wall but, man, I didn’t sign any waivers
Hey kid—
won’t you take this friendly advice?
Don’t run schtick or go over the light
You’re not the headliner, kid
   so you’d better think twice
Before you open up with crowd work and ruin the night.
 Another showbiz-goodbye.

‘Coz I’m just three steps from the greenroom
  I wouldn’t say that I’m nervous, I’m just a little anxious to see you
Because you’re always running goddamn bits at the table
I wouldn’t break the fourth wall but, man, I didn’t sign any waivers for this

We’ve been green-lit//The focus group sensed a real conflict
We’ve been…//Someone kill the suits who green-lit this.