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Williamsburg early 20's Your old Mercedes sedan It was a fever dream starring marzipan In the Polish part of town They were all sort of clowns you lived with I struggled to love your bland delight Hank Williams and folk music had sort of changed me Well I threw me in to the deep end And to be honest it felt like Rock and roll was gone Like I had moved on To Roy Acuff and Chet Atkin's sacred arboretum It was a rock and roll crematorium And jazz was there too In fact jazz had been there all along I knew these no-playing motherfuckers were not brothers of mine Nor were they sisters divine No they were chat-room, AOL'ing, truffle-shaving, eBay-scamming, freaks With gear on the brain I know it sounds insane But these people got paid to play I'm riding around wearing a frown SongtexteIn a tripped up spaced out world Well life underground Well that's no longer found In a post-modern infinitely lame-er world New England's shit Terrance I love you Your soothing yet unnerving voice Well Terrance frankly Makes me want to do the do with you You know I saw those little elves with you You touch me Well we've come to the place of the song right now Where I'm gonna fuck around Go for broke like my boy Jim Pembroke He inspired me to do a little something right here A little song and dance A little "take a chance" I wanna know what is happening to the human psyche That it would in fact desire less and less and less Humanity A green and gold marching band Stood alone with a man named Flat Stan With a plan on a balmy summer's eve Before bringing in the sheaves They ripped his tawdry wizard sleeve And his ADD met his OCD with his BPD Ok blah blah blah New England's shit Terrance I love you Your soothing yet unnerving voice Well Terrance frankly Makes me wanna do the do with you You know I saw the little elves with you Aus Songtexte Mania