If everything's a game
Then that makes winning and losing about the same
I quit
There were those that chose to play
And there were those that walked away
And there was everything in between
So you tell me what I mean
If I'm so confused and less than amused by this
Forget about your pitiful intentions
The more I see the more I like it
And every devil is my sidekick
I'll always know where trouble goes
Any way the wind blows
I'm gonna love you in my Chevy van
If that's all right with you
Where have the good times gone
What am I supposed to do
I've been meaning to find out
It's not like there's any doubt
The world is still gonna turn
I'm sure there's something we can learn from all of that
But I don't wanna hear about this again
When your one in a million thing
Turns out to be more like one in ten
The more I see the more I like it
If it's neither Christmas nor crisis
You'll never know which way to go
Anyway the wind's gonna blow
But what a terrible thing to know
There's still a million and one to go
The more I see the more I like it
And every devil is your sidekick
You'll always know where trouble goes
The more I see the more I like it
If it's neither Christmas nor crisis
You'll never know what way to go
Any way the wind's gonna blow
But what a terrible thing to know
There's still a million and one to go
Tempe, AZ-based singer/songwriter Brent Babb joined with drummer/bandleader Curtis Grippe to form the guitar-driven rock band Dead Hot Workshop in the early '90s. More than a decade (and four albums) later, the group remained one of the hardest-hitting bands on the West Coast. According to Roger Clyne of Tempe.-based band the Peacemakers, "Music people in this city get as excited about what Brent Babb does as people did about what Dylan was doing in the '60s." ... selengkapnya