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Ok Go
Ok Go


Background information
Origin Chicago, Illinois, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Alternative Rock
Power pop
Indie Dance
Years active 1998—present
Label(s) Capitol Records
Website Website
Members
Damian Kulash
Tim Nordwind
Dan Konopka
Andy Ross
Former members
Andy Duncan



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Ok Go Album


Oh No (08/30/2005)
08/30/2005
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9027 Km (US bonus track)
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When they finally come to destroy the earth
they'll have to go through you first
I bet they won't be expecting that

When they finally come to destroy the earth
they'll have to deal with you first
and now my money says they won't know about the

thousand fahrenheit hot metal lights behind your eyes

[Chorus]
Invincible (invincible)
Oh Oh Oh
Your Invincible (invincible)
Oh Oh
Invincible (invincible)
Oh Oh Oh
Your Invincible(invincible)

That crushin, crashing, atom-smashing, white-hot thing...
Invincible.

When they finally come, what'll you do to them?
Gonna decimate them like you did to me?
Will you leave them stunned and stuttering?

When they finally come, how will you handle them?
Will you devastate them deliberately?
'Cause I'm gonna guess they won't be prepared for
thousand fahrenheit hot metal lights behind your eyes

[Chorus]
Invincible (invincible)
Oh Oh Oh
Your Invincible (invincible)
Oh Oh
Invincible (invincible)
Oh Oh Oh
Your Invincible(invincible)

That crushing, crashing, atom-smashing, white-hot thing...
It's invincible

So please use your powers for good.
So please use your powers for good.

You're invincible.

[Chorus]
Invincible (invincible)
Oh Oh Oh
Your Invincible (invincible)
Oh Oh
Invincible (invincible)
Oh Oh Oh
Your Invincible(invincible)

. . .


So, you were born in an electrical storm
took a bite out the sun
saw your future in a machine built for two
now your rays, make me kind of go crazy
shocked and awe and amaze me
just a ticker tape parade and me
but something was wrong
till you tap danced on the air in the night
screaming at the top of your lungs, you said
Come on, come on
Do what you want
What could go wrong?
Oh come on come on come on, come on, do what you want
Oh come on come on
What could go wrong? Do do do do what you want
Come on

Me, I was raised amin the trickle down days
I woke up numb in the haze
and saw my future in a machine built for two
but the light gave me some kind of fright
how did wrong get so right
and lead me stumbling through the dark of night,
Oh, something was wrong
but you tap danced on the air in the night
screaming at the top of your lungs, you said
Come on, come on
Do what you want
What could go wrong?
Oh come on come on come on, come on, do what you want
Oh come on come on
What could go wrong? Do do do do what you want
Come on
D-d-d-do what you want!
D-d-d-do what you want!
Hey!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon... (repeats continuously)
D-d-d-do what you want, yeah!
D-d-d-do what you want, yeah!
Do what you want!
Do what you want!
Do what you want!
D-do what you want!
D-do what you want!
D-do what you want!
D-do what you want!
D-c'mon!
C'mon!
C'mon!
C'mon!
C'mon!
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-do what you want!
..
Yeah!



. . .


It could be ten, but then again, I can't remember half an hour since a quarter to four.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me with my jaw on the floor.

Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,

here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past the edge of the reserve.
Now through lines of the cheap venetian blinds your car is pulling off of the curb.

Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,

here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony, but Jesus, when it rains how it pours.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me, yeah, you leave me.

Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh here it goes again.

I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

. . .


True about my taste
True about my wealth
The thing about St Petersburg I was never there myself
So C'mon Yeah C'mon
Anastasia cried all night, but I couldnt save myself
So C'mon Yeah C'mon

I appreciate your courtesy, your well earned politesse
But you got yourself into your own mess
You know the demons in the design
A good idea at the time
Yeah seemed like a good idea at time
Yeah seemed like a good idea at time

Now how it all went down, auto Pilate knows
All I ever asked of him was when the bars were closed
So c'mon, Yeah C'mon

I appreciate your courtesy, your well earned *politesse*
But you got yourself into your own mess
You know the demons in the design
A good idea at the time
Yeah seemed like a good idea at time
Yeah seemed like a good idea at time

Now what you gonna do about it?

True about my taste
True about my wealth
But you dont need no help from me, you'll yourself to waste
So C'mon Yeah C'mon

Seemed like a good idea at time
Yeah seemed like a good idea at time

. . .


(Oh no)
Oh lately it's so quiet in this place.
You're not 'round every corner... Oh.
(Oh no)
Oh lately it's so quiet in this place.
Oh, darlin' if you're not here haunting me
I'm wonderin'

Whose house are you haunting tonight?
Oh, whose sheets you twist?
Oh whose face you kissed?
Whose house are you haunting tonight?

(Oh no)
I don't think much about you anymore.
You're not on every whisper... Oh.
(Oh no)
I don't think much about you
But if you're not lurking behind every curtain
I'm wonderin'

Whose house are you haunting tonight?
Oh, whose name you hiss?
Oh, whose clinching fists?
Whose house are you haunting tonight?

(instrumental)

Now, whose house are you haunting tonight?
Oh who can resist?
Oh, whose cryin'
"Whose house are you haunting tonight"?
Oh whose name you hiss
Oh whose sheets you twist
Oh whose house are you haunting tonight?

(Oh no)

. . .


Crash and burn,
Crash and burn,
Crash and burn (crash and burn).
Patience is the hallmark of the old and the infirm.

The lived and learned,
Lived and learned,
Lived and learned (lived and learned)
Outlived their lust and traded want in for concern,
Singing "that's all right."
Yeah that's all right
Aw it's all all all all...

So come on down,
Come on down,
Come on down (come on down).
Get out your pestilence and vice and pass them round.

We'll blow this town,
Blow this town,
Blow this town (blow this town).
Jump off the ship before this shit just runs aground,
singing "that's all right."
Aw it's all right
Aw it's all all all all...

But it's a disaster.
It's an incredible mess,
But it's all we got now.
Howling with laughter,
Panic, alarm, and distress,
But it's all we got now.
Yeah it's all we got.

Oh heads or tails,
Heads or tails,
Heads or tails (heads or tails)?
Are you dumb enough to break the mold or smart enough to fail?

Happy trails,
Happy trails,
Happy trails (happy trails).
Can't beat a little bit of envy in your sails,
singing "that's all right."
Yeah that's all right,
Yeah it's all all all all...

But it's a disaster.
It's an incredible mess,
But it's all we got now.
Howling with laughter,
Panic, alarm, and distress,
But it's all we got now.
Yeah it's all we got.

. . .


Sit back, matter fact, teasing, toying, turning,
Chatting, charming, hissing, paying the crowd.
Play that song again, another couple klonopin
A nod, a glance, a half hearted bow.

Oh such grace, oh such beauty.
And lipstick and callous, and fishnets and mallice.
Oh darling, you’re a million ways to be cruel.
(one zero zero zero zero zero zero cruel).
You’re a million ways to be cruel.
(one zero zero zero zero zero zero cruel).
You’re a million ways to be cruel.

I should, I wish I could, maybe if you were I would.
A list of standard issue regrets.
One last 80-proof,
Slouching in the corner booth,
Baby it’s as good as it gets.

Oh such grace, oh such beauty.
So precious, suspicious, and charming, and vicious.
Oh darling, you’re a million ways,
Oh darling, you’re a million ways to be cruel.
(one zero zero zero zero zero zero cruel).
You’re a million ways to be cruel.
(one zero zero zero zero zero zero cruel).
You’re a million ways to be cruel.

Oh darlin, oh darlin, you’re a million ways,
Oh darlin, oh darlin, you’re a million ways,
Oh, darlin, oh darlin, you’re a million ways to be,
Ah ah ah ah ah,
(one zero zero zero zero zero zero cruel)
You’re a million ways to be cruel.
You’re a million ways to be cruel.
(one zero zero zero zero zero zero cruel)

Oh darlin, you’re a million ways to be cruel.


. . .



J's locked out on the fire escape
Sarah's still down on the bench at the Circle K
crying and crying all day
Everybody's best attemps didn't do no good

No sign of life
But I got a hunch
It's not over yet

Kate broke down on Division Street
Air so wet you can hear your heart beat
and beat and beat and beat
Oh, I swaer I gave it my best shot
what else could I do?

No sign of life
But I got a hunch
It's not over yet

J's locked out on the fire escape
Sarah's still down on the bench at the Circle K
crying and crying all day
Everybody's best attemps didn't do no good

No sign of life
But I got a hunch
It's not over yet
It's not over yet
It's not over yet...


. . .



Super automatic pilot motor running down circles in the parking lot.
Self-sustaining system
Bit her in the neck and quick and kissed her and took all she got.

Did you come here to dance?
What's in your glass?
Do you feel better?

Let it rain, let it pour...
Let it rain, let it pour...

Hallelujah, hallelujah...
Let it rain, let it pour.

Cruis control distressed her.
Kinda cursed and kinda blessed her.
Engine runnin' on the fumes.
Vision blue and blurry.
Fallen angels in a flurry
Spinnin' through the empty room.

Did you come here to dance?
What's in your glass?
Do you feel better now?

Let it rain, let it pour...
Let it rain, let it pour...

Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Let it rain, let it pour.

Super-automatic pilot motor running down circles in the parking lot.
Self-sustaining system
Bit her in the neck and quick and kissed her and took all she got.

Let it rain, let it pour.
Let it rain, let it pour.
Let it rain, let it pour.
Let it pour...
Let it pour...
Let it pour.

. . .


You're not the prettiest girl in town,
and I'm not the only boy
with sullie clothes and a sullen frown,
so to hell with Valentine's,
to hell with perfume,
to hell with chocolates
and picnics
and Sinatra tunes.

'Cause while the rest of the girls
are drowning in roses
and songs he composes,
and while the rest of the guys
are all trying so hard,
oh girl, let's crash the party.
El Dorado on the lawn (hey hey hey!).
Let's burn holes in the carpets,
kicking, shouting, dancing,
on the tables all night long.

I'm not so good with sublety.
You wouldn't say that I'm the
picture of urbanity.
Never put much stock in suavity
or courtesy or chivalry or gallantry
or all that useless jewelry.

But while the rest of the girls
still sigh for the night
he was smiling politely,
and while the rest of the guys
are all trying so hard,
oh girl, let's crash the party.
El Dorado on the lawn (hey hey hey!).
Let's burn holes in the carpets,
kicking, shouting, dancing
on the tables all night long.
All night long.

. . .



Look at the hottie in the tight jeans,
look at the pipe dreams,
look at the fat man burst at the seams.
Look at the captain with the galaxy right off his balcony.
Look at the science and the alchemy.
Look at the sirens on the cop cars,
look at the pop stars,
look at the convicts filing the bars.
Look at the wife,
look at the knife,
look at the pom-pom prom queen
scream and scream and run for her life.

It's always right,
the perfect light in the dark of night.
Give up the world,
give up your life,
'cause you cannot fight the television.
Television, television.

Look at them trying to get the flag higher,
look at the quagmire,
look at the tread separate from the tire.
Look at the junky trying to get a gram,
look at the betting man,
look at him folding on the better hand.

It's always right,
the fearless light in the dark of night.
Give up the world,
give up your life,
'cause you cannot fight the television.
Television, television.

Look at me hypnotized and half alive,
maybe it's four or five,
some parts are sleeping,
some parts are paralyzed.
Just one more minute...
just one more minute...
I think I'm almost in it.

Television, television.
Give me tits and politicians.
Give me death and demolition.
Give me glamour and sedition.
Television.

. . .


Having spent your entire life exactly where you are tonight,
in the valley between intent and deed,
you must have mastered this,
the fragile art of a good excuse,
the little things that get you to believe.
That get you to believe.

So listen, I'm not trying to prove anything at all here,
but don't you think that maybe,
this time, you were wrong?

You've spent your entire life
quick-tongued and always right.
Hasn't being right just let you down?
Right just lets you down.

So listen, I'm not trying to say anything at all here.
There isn't much left,
anyway, that hasn't been said.
but don't you think that possibly
this time, it's different?
Don't you think that maybe,
this time, you were wrong?

So listen, I'm not trying to say anything at all here.
There isn't much left,
anyway, that hasn't been said.
but don't you think that possibly
this time, it's different?
Don't you think that maybe,
this time, you were wrong?



. . .



Fingers blistered from the nightly
scratching at the window
which won't open
far enough to let air in.

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

Feral cats are screaming
at the clouds beneath the window
with the crack so small
that nothing gets within.

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

You don't have to be alone
To be lonely,
You might as well give in.

Telephones are howling
at the cats out in the alley
and the window offers
nothing in the din.

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

Clouds uncage the car alarms
to chase the cats and telephones.
Fingers rake and rasp
away their skin.

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

You don't have to be alone
to be lonely,
You might as well give in.

Yeah, you don't have to be alone
to be lonely;
You might as well give in.

Ice age upon catastrophic
ice age of selection,
and only one result
has trickled in:

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

If evil were a lesser breed
than justice, after all these years
the righteous would have
freed the world of sin.

The house wins.
Oh, the house always wins.

You don't have to be alone
to be lonely,
You might as well give in.

You don't have to be alone
to be lonely,
You might as well give in.

You don't have to be sick
to be dying;
You might as well give in.

You don't have to be lost
to be lost.
Oh, give in.

You don't have to be alone
to be lonely;
You might as well give in.

. . .


This is a recording of Damian Kulash's girlfriend sleeping.

. . .


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