What happens when a bunch of college geeks decide, for once, to put down their books and pick up the guitars? Pop music, stripped from all the outer veneer of avant-garde progression and crass commercialism, finally reveals its form--true and pure.
Please give it up for the Maths and Physics Club, wonderfully named no doubt as a tribute to all the engineers who toil hard in silence to keep our crazy world afloat. Come on now! Let's all pick up that guitar and sing along...
(Capo the first fret, and strum to C, C7, F and G...check out the vid)
I’m still waiting for your answer
These four walls keep closing in
When you say I seem like a stranger
Well I guess that makes two
The sun is setting down
The fireflies are out
They don’t make a sound
With no one else around
And I have no doubts
You’re still angry
Baby, we can work this all out
I love it when the coals burn way down low
Slide up next to me
So sweet so
I wonder just how far tonight we’ll go
Darling won’t you please come home
The sun is setting down
The fireflies are out
They don’t make a sound
There’s no one else around
It’s you and me now
And I have no doubt
That you’re still angry
Baby, we can work this all out
I love it when the coals burn way down low
You slide up next to me
So sweet so slow
I wonder just how far tonight we’ll go
Darling won’t you please come home
Darling won’t you please come home
Darling won’t you please come home
