This T-shirt has the lyrics to Topher Grace printed on the back complimented with the THUMPER logo on the front.
Lyrics:
Simmer down the wet confetti, the geneticists still aren’t ready
To come home so I’m alone for now
One trick phoney to the three act addicts
Foreplay takes five minutes, sex is next I guess?
“Rock and roll is here to stay", my mantra on bank-holidays
A self fulfilling prophecy, oh yes
Make out with the mirror, practice chat up lines and figure out
Which thin veneer to debut as sincere moi
My fingernails are a frayed knot, my self esteem has caught the cot death
Breathlessly, I’m eager to be redeemed
Still sleep with both arms in the air, still making room for your hair
And head to rest upon my chest, I guess
Still fantasise about the war, still wolfing down the singular
The Liffey’s swallowed all my pride today
And Spielberg’s in the kitchen stink eyeing my side on the brink
Lining up the shot of his career
My fingers make a square to frame a cinematic, sincere pain
My ego is the Best Boy in the room (woo hoo)
On the bag, I don’t need that
My confidence is my confidante
My knuckles white around the stars, I suckle on a teat in bars
The milk careers, and flows, and tastes so smooth
You say you’re crying more than me, as evidence
Capacity to feel a higher low, but I’m not sure
I hate myself and want to live, I want to love
I want to give, I want to take and be taken care of
Pock-marks dot the blister field, find solace in fictitious real
The realest thing since genuinity
Don’t be offended by my songs, I didn’t mean a single word
I’d disown them in a second for your touch
The water hits my face and then I’ve convinced my reflection
Pity no one else was in the room
My ears are booming, jaw is chewing
Eyes dart towards my mouth, which flies like a flag
I’m making moves, well I’m moving. I saw it in a movie once
A power play to wag a tongue like that
Talking at you like a child, catastrophize my trophy wife
Sweating through the clothes that you’ve just lent me
Snapping at the remote control, the tendrils flip the Chance Channel
And all I have to say is, “I guess, I love you man”
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THUMPER Dublin, Ireland
THUMPER are a noise-pop sextet from Dublin, delivering bubble-gum psych through a wall of sonic
death.
For all merch enquiries email:
Thumpermerchmgmt@gmail.com
Hellothumper@gmail.com
Mgmt: joe@cwb.ie
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