"Wind Up" as written by Nate Mendel, Dave Grohl and Pat Smear....
I have a choice between the bat or the belt
Each time I hear about the hand you've been dealt
Spare me confessions, it's confession you sell
Maybe I'll fall behind, I don't mind 'cause I'll catch up!
Want a song that's indelible, like manimal,
I hope you never see me wind up

Will I be happy on the back of the shelf?
Will you be happy when we're sharing a cell?
Spare me the questions since you know me so well
Someday you'll realize I get shy and I choke up!
Want a song that's indelible, like manimal,
I hope you never see me wind up
What is wrong with this animal?
I'm terrible
I hope you never see me wind up

Farewell, my sweet paramania
Farewell, my sweet paramania
My only promise is that I'll never tell
Keep you at a distance from the things that I felt
I'll bite the bullet, take the beating until
I take it all back anyway.

What was I supposed to say?
Want a song that's indelible, like manimal,
I hope you never see me wind up
What is wrong with this animal?
I'm terrible
I hope you never see me wind up


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"Wind Up" as written by Nate Mendel Georg Ruthenberg

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    General CommentDave explains what this song is about in an interview from 1997...

    "Wind Up is about the press. It has to do with me reading about people that... I mean there's certain musicians who have nothing better to than complain, People, that can't feel fortunate for what they have been given, and if you don't want it, then fucking just quit and get away from it. It dnves me insane when I hear musicians that don't understand how fortunate they are that they don't have to go and pump gas for twelve hours a day. They can sit on their couch and smoke pot, and complain to their friends that they hate it when someone comes up and says that he likes their band. And it also has to do with... I mean there are two sides: there's the reluctant rock-star, and then there is the prying journalist that almost lives for the reluctant rock-star, it's just talking "about the hand you've been dealt." Every time I hear about "the hand you've been dealt," it drives me fucking nuts, spare me your confessions. And paramania is the joy of complaint, like if you're a pyromaniac – if you're a paramaniac, you love complaining about everything. I don't want to complain about anything, I want people to know that I'm happy doing what I'm doing. I've had so many f*cking bullsh*t jobs for the half of my life - you know, working in furniture warehouses and planting trees, painting houses - and it's a lot more fun to play music."
    intothegrinder2on April 23, 2011   Link

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