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Rilo Kiley played a free acoustic set at Amoeba today. They played a fairly short set because they had to rush to go prepare for their show tonight at Bimbo's. Before they played their second to last song Jenny asked the audience if there was anything we wanted to hear. Of course, the hardcore fans all wanted them to play "The Frug," which they never ever play anymore. They refused and settled for my favorite Rilo Kiley song, "Portions for Foxes." In the middle of the song the power went out at Amoeba and the emergency lights came on. My brother yelled, "IT'S OKAY! IT'S ACOUSTIC!" Jenny kept on singing and it became a sing along. Baby you're bad news, you're bad news... The power came back on at the end to finish off the song. So amazing. I mean, Blake kept screwing up and Jenny's guitar playing wasn't perfect either but it was such a fun show!
I'm so in love with "Portions for Foxes."
There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything
And the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left
And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
When the lonliness leads to bad dreams
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you
and I call you and say "C'MERE!"
And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
And it's bad news
Baby it's bad news
It's just bad news, bad news, bad news
'Cause you're just damage control
for a walking corpse like me - like you
'Cause we'll all be
Portions for foxes
Yeah we'll all be
Portions for foxes
There's a pretty young thing in front of you
and she's real pretty and she's real into you
and then she's sleepin' inside of you
and the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left
And it's bad news
I don't blame you
I do the same thing
I get lonely too
And you're bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you're bad news, bad news, bad news
You're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
I like you

