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.
Invincible. You're invincible.
That crushing, crashing, atom-smashing, white-hot thing... It's 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.
Invincible. You're invincible.
That crushing, crashing, atom-smashing, white-hot thing... It's invincible.
So, please use your powers for good. You're invincible.
OK GO - Oh No Album Lyrics
OK GO - Oh No Lyrics
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Do What You Want
So you were born in an electrical storm, took a bite out the sun and saw your future in a machine built
for two. Now your rays make me kind of go crazy, shock 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 amid the trickle-down days. I woke up numb in the haze and saw my future 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.
for two. Now your rays make me kind of go crazy, shock 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 amid the trickle-down days. I woke up numb in the haze and saw my future 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.
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH, TIMOTHY NORDWIND
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Here It Goes Again
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.
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.
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT
A Good Idea At The Time
True about my taste
True about my wealth
The thing about St. Petersburg, I was never there myself
So come on Yeah come on
Anastasia might've cried all night, I couldn't say myself
So come on Yeah come on
I appreciate your courtesy, your well earned politesse
But you got yourself into your own mess
You know the demon's in the design
A good idea at the time
Oh seemed like a good idea at the time
Yeah seemed like a good idea at the time
Now how it all went down, only Pilate knows
All I ever asked of him was when the bars would close
Come on, Yeah come on
I appreciate your courtesy, your well earned politesse
But you got yourself into your own mess
You know the demon's in the design
A good idea at the time
Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time
Oh, seemed like a good idea at the time
Hey, yeah, oh at the time
Now, now what you gonna do about it?
Now it's true about my wealth
True about my taste
But you don't need no help from me, you'll lay yourself to waste
Come on
Seemed like a good idea at the time
Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time
Oh, seemed like a good idea at the--
Oh, all right, seemed like a good idea
Yeah, seemed like a, seemed like a
Oh, seemed like a good idea
Oh, seemed like a good idea
Oh, seemed, seemed, seemed, oh!
Oh, seemed like a good idea...
Seemed like a good idea at the time
True about my wealth
The thing about St. Petersburg, I was never there myself
So come on Yeah come on
Anastasia might've cried all night, I couldn't say myself
So come on Yeah come on
I appreciate your courtesy, your well earned politesse
But you got yourself into your own mess
You know the demon's in the design
A good idea at the time
Oh seemed like a good idea at the time
Yeah seemed like a good idea at the time
Now how it all went down, only Pilate knows
All I ever asked of him was when the bars would close
Come on, Yeah come on
I appreciate your courtesy, your well earned politesse
But you got yourself into your own mess
You know the demon's in the design
A good idea at the time
Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time
Oh, seemed like a good idea at the time
Hey, yeah, oh at the time
Now, now what you gonna do about it?
Now it's true about my wealth
True about my taste
But you don't need no help from me, you'll lay yourself to waste
Come on
Seemed like a good idea at the time
Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time
Oh, seemed like a good idea at the--
Oh, all right, seemed like a good idea
Yeah, seemed like a, seemed like a
Oh, seemed like a good idea
Oh, seemed like a good idea
Oh, seemed, seemed, seemed, oh!
Oh, seemed like a good idea...
Seemed like a good idea at the time
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH, TIMOTHY NORDWIND
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Oh Lately Its So Quiet
(Oh no) Oh lately it's so quiet in this place
You're not 'round every corner
(oh no) Oh lately it's so quiet in this place
So darlin' if your not here haunting me
Im wondering...
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Aw. Whose sheets you twist
Aw. Whose face you kiss
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
(oh no) I dont think much about you anymore
You're not on every whisper, oh
(oh no) I dont think much about you
But if you're not lurking behind every curtain
Im wondering...
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Aw. Whose name you hiss
Aw. Whose clenching fists
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Now Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Aw. Who cant resist
Aw. Whose cryin'
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Aw. Whose name you hiss
Aw. Whose sheets you twist
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
You're not 'round every corner
(oh no) Oh lately it's so quiet in this place
So darlin' if your not here haunting me
Im wondering...
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Aw. Whose sheets you twist
Aw. Whose face you kiss
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
(oh no) I dont think much about you anymore
You're not on every whisper, oh
(oh no) I dont think much about you
But if you're not lurking behind every curtain
Im wondering...
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Aw. Whose name you hiss
Aw. Whose clenching fists
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Now Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Aw. Who cant resist
Aw. Whose cryin'
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Aw. Whose name you hiss
Aw. Whose sheets you twist
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Its A Disaster
Crash and burn, crash and burn, crash and burn (crash and burn)
Patience is the hallmark of the old and the infirm
Lived and learned, lived and learned, lived and learned
Out lived theer lust and traded want in for concern
Singing that's all right
Yeah that's all right
Aw that's all all all
So come on down, come on down, come on down (come on down)
Get out our pestilence and vice and pass them around
And blow this town blow this town blow this town
Jump off this ship before the shit just runs aground
Singin' that's all right
Aw that's all right
Aw that's all all all
It's a disaster
It's an incredible mess
But it's all we've got now
Yeah it's all we got
Howling with laughter, panic
alarm, and distress
But it's all we've got now
Yeah it's all we got
Head or tails, heads or tails, heads or tails (heads or tails)
Are you dumb enough to break the mold
or smart enough to fail?
Oh happy trails happy trails oh happy trails
Can't beat a little bit of envy in your sails.
Singing that's all right
Yeah that's all right
Oh that's all all all
But it's a disaster
It's an incredible mess
But it's all we've got now
Yeah it's all we got
Howling with laughter, panic, alarm, and distress
But it's all we've got now
Yeah it's all we got
Patience is the hallmark of the old and the infirm
Lived and learned, lived and learned, lived and learned
Out lived theer lust and traded want in for concern
Singing that's all right
Yeah that's all right
Aw that's all all all
So come on down, come on down, come on down (come on down)
Get out our pestilence and vice and pass them around
And blow this town blow this town blow this town
Jump off this ship before the shit just runs aground
Singin' that's all right
Aw that's all right
Aw that's all all all
It's a disaster
It's an incredible mess
But it's all we've got now
Yeah it's all we got
Howling with laughter, panic
alarm, and distress
But it's all we've got now
Yeah it's all we got
Head or tails, heads or tails, heads or tails (heads or tails)
Are you dumb enough to break the mold
or smart enough to fail?
Oh happy trails happy trails oh happy trails
Can't beat a little bit of envy in your sails.
Singing that's all right
Yeah that's all right
Oh that's all all all
But it's a disaster
It's an incredible mess
But it's all we've got now
Yeah it's all we got
Howling with laughter, panic, alarm, and distress
But it's all we've got now
Yeah it's all we got
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH, TIMOTHY NORDWIND
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
A Million Ways
Sit back, matter of fact, teasing, toying, turning, chatting, charming, hissing, playing 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 malice.
Oh Darling, 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 to be cruel.
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 malice.
Oh Darling, 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 to be cruel.
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH, TIMOTHY NORDWIND
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
No Sign Of Life
Jay'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 attempts 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 and beat.
Oh, I swear I gave it my best shot, what else could I do?
No sign of life.
Jay'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 attempts didn't do no good.
No sign of life.
But I got a hunch... it's not over yet.
Oh it's not over yet.
Sarah's still down on the bench at the Circle K, crying and crying all day.
Everybody's best attempts 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 and beat.
Oh, I swear I gave it my best shot, what else could I do?
No sign of life.
Jay'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 attempts didn't do no good.
No sign of life.
But I got a hunch... it's not over yet.
Oh it's not over yet.
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Let It Rain
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
Cruise-control distressed, her kind of cursed and kind of blessed her, engine running on the fumes
Vision blue and blurry, falling angels in a flurry, spinning 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 pour
Let it pour
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
Cruise-control distressed, her kind of cursed and kind of blessed her, engine running on the fumes
Vision blue and blurry, falling angels in a flurry, spinning 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 pour
Let it pour
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH, TIMOTHY NORDWIND
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Crash The Party
You're not the prettiest girl in town
I'm not the only boy with sullied clothes and a sullen frown, so
To hell with Valentine's, to hell with perfume
To hell with chocolates and picnics
And Sinatra tunes
Cuz while the rest of the girls are drowning in roses and songs he composes
And while the rest of the guys are all trying
All trying so hard
[Chorus]
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 subtlety
You wouldn't say that I'm the picture of urbanity
Never put much stock in suavity, courtesy, chivalry, gallantry
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
All trying so hard
[Chorus]
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
(Oh girl, let's crash the party)
All night
(Let's burn holes in the carpet)
All night long
I'm not the only boy with sullied clothes and a sullen frown, so
To hell with Valentine's, to hell with perfume
To hell with chocolates and picnics
And Sinatra tunes
Cuz while the rest of the girls are drowning in roses and songs he composes
And while the rest of the guys are all trying
All trying so hard
[Chorus]
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 subtlety
You wouldn't say that I'm the picture of urbanity
Never put much stock in suavity, courtesy, chivalry, gallantry
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
All trying so hard
[Chorus]
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
(Oh girl, let's crash the party)
All night
(Let's burn holes in the carpet)
All night long
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Television Television
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 a 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.
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 a 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.
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Maybe This Time
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 let, 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?
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 let, 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?
Writer: ANDREW DUNCAN, DAMIAN KULASH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The House Wins
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 crask 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 themr 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 then 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 hav 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 have lost to be lost.
Oh give in.
You don't have to be alone to be lonenly
You might as well give in.
The house wins.
Oh the house always wins.
Feral cats are screaming at the clouds beneath the window with the crask 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 themr 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 then 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 hav 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 have lost to be lost.
Oh give in.
You don't have to be alone to be lonenly
You might as well give in.
Writer: DAMIAN KULASH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Oh No is the second studio album by American rock band OK Go. It was released on 30 August 2005. The album was recorded in late 2004 with producer Tore Johansson in Malmö, Sweden, and mixed by Dave Sardy in Los Angeles. It is the final album to feature guitarist Andy Duncan, who left shortly after recording finished.
After the band's performance at the 2006 MTV Video Music Awards, the album rose from number 87 to 69 on the Billboard 200 albums chart, the highest position achieved by the group at the time.
On 7 November 2006, OK Go released a deluxe limited edition CD/DVD of the album. The DVD contains their official music videos, a video from 180 fans doing the "A Million Ways" dance for a YouTube contest, previously unseen footage, and a behind-the-scenes look of their treadmill rehearsals for the video and for the VMAs.
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OK GOAfter the band's performance at the 2006 MTV Video Music Awards, the album rose from number 87 to 69 on the Billboard 200 albums chart, the highest position achieved by the group at the time.
On 7 November 2006, OK Go released a deluxe limited edition CD/DVD of the album. The DVD contains their official music videos, a video from 180 fans doing the "A Million Ways" dance for a YouTube contest, previously unseen footage, and a behind-the-scenes look of their treadmill rehearsals for the video and for the VMAs.
Genre(s): Alternative rock
Producer(s): Tore Johansson
Length: 41:40
Released: August 30th, 2005
Year: 2005