Cold face, cold legs. Walk three blocks and pay two bucks. One bold sign: Interference on the line, waiting twenty minutes time every time.

Transfer at Bedford, twenty more Manhattan bound, ten billion kids. I am happy with my flaws. I am happier when no one is around.

And everybody looks around to blame our Brooklyn burning down on white kids, hipsters, students but we act like we’re not one of them. It’s easy. Just use your eyes to judge and go back to your powder drugs.

But I’m no better. Smile while pushing through the crowd, “A round for friends.” Find a corner at the bar. Aberrations in a real confusing town.

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    General CommentThis song was written in the kitchen of a house in Shreveport, Louisiana while on tour with Pegasuses-XL. There was a good chance it was going to end up being a longer song with more verses and a vibraphone solo, but I figured it would be more fun to try and build the song up instead of out. And that's the way I justify recording a subway tunnel on my blackberry and reversing prepared piano. I also realize now that if I thought transit delays and fare hikes were annoying before the big economy crash of 2008, the future is potentially gonna bum me out. Oh well, fuck it. I'm sure hipster-hating hipsters will always be equally as annoying.
    nubus200xon March 10, 2009   Link

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