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lirik lagu jeffrey,jack lewis - williamsburg will oldham horror

today i went to major matt’s to remaster my old album
and on the l train in the morning, i was pretty sure i saw will oldham
he was wearin’ the same sungl-sses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom
had he come to walk among the williamsburgers of his kingdom?
and like the burghers of calais will a sacrifice be demanded
to offer up our dreams and beg for mercy empty-handed?
and hapless in our hipness crowded 5 to an appartment
relegate our dreams to hobbies and deny our disappointment
’cause the stones in ’65 want total satisfaction, kid
but the stones in ’69 see grace in just getting what you need
but if that’s a victory, then i’d hate to see what i’d look like defeated
’cause i know there are those walk among us who seem to get their dreams unimpeded
like, today i went to major matt’s to remaster my old album
and on the l train in the morning, i was really sure i saw will oldham
he was wearin’ the same sungl-sses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom
had he come to walk among the williamsburgers of his kingdom?
and you might say now there’s a guy who seems to have their world laid out before him
or you might say, he’s just a rich kid or a fascist or a charlatan
but either way you say it if you look at indie-rock culture you really can’t ignore him
and even if at first dismissive, after some listens you’ll enjoy him
i was thinking this on the l train, intent on bursting my own bubble
how long should an artist struggle before it isn’t worth the h-ssle?
and admit we aren’t fit to be the one inside the castle
is this quest for greatness or at least hipness just a scam
and too much trouble but then what makes on human being worthy of an easy ride
born to be a natural artist you love or hate but can’t deny
while us minions in our millions tumble into history’s chasm
we might have a couple of laughs but we’re still wastes of protoplasm
like, today i was gonna waste some time and money to remaster some dumb old album
and on the l train in the morning, i was really sure i saw will oldham
he was wearin’ the same big sungl-sses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom
had he come to see the strife here in the gutters of his kingdom?
where us n0ble starving artists are striving to feed our egos
our mothers like our music our our friends come see our shows
and if our friends become successful, we’ll consider them our foes
go home to our four roommates after payin’ big bucks for rockstars’ shows
what a nightmare! what a horror! i don’t want no part of this
get me off this crazy ride
i’m gonna puke, i’m gonna p-ss! i’d rather k!ll myself
i’d rather just relax or not exist
but you say you wanna do an e-mail interview? oh what the heck, i can’t resist!
hey ma, guess what? today i did another magazine interview!
“honey, that’s great, you’re really famous!” yeah and i’m 27 too!
i kinda thought i was gonna grow up to do stuff that would benefit humanity
but it’s getting harder to tell if this artist’s life is even benefiting me
cause i was gonna waste some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album
and on the l train in the morning, i was totally sure i saw will oldham
he was wearin’ the same big sungl-sses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom
and since i was feeling in need of answers i just went right up and asked him, i said
“will bonnie prince, palace or whatever, what do you think about it?
is it worth being an artist or an indie-rock star, or are you better off without it?”
cause i mean maybe the world would be better if we were all just un-creative drones
no dead childhood dreams to haunt us, a decent job, a decent home
and if we have some extra time we could do real things to promote peace
become scientists or history teachers or un-corrupt police at least
“come on will, you gotta tell me!” i grabbed and shook him by the arm
the l train was leaning bedford with 10,000 white twenty-somethings crowed on
he opened his mouth to speak but it was lost in the rumbling of the wheels
we were thrown together in a corner and i yelled “tell me, man, for real!”
you’re living comfortably, i -ssume, even if you’re not quite a household name
you’ve reached a pretty high level of success and critical acclaim
the l train got to first avenue and a bunch of people piled out
i was staring into his sungl-sses and i was really freakin’ out, i was like
steamboat willie bonnie prince of all this sh-t, you’re like the king of a certain genre
but even you must want to quit like if you hear a record by bob dylan or neil young or whatever
you must start thinkin’ “yeah, people like me, but i won’t be that good ever”
and i’m sure the thing is probably dylan himself too stayed up some nights
wishing he was as good as ginsberg or camus
and he was like “dude, i’m such a faker, i’m just a clown who entertains
and these fools who pay for my cr-p, they just have pathetic puny brains
and camus probably wished he was milton too or whatever, you know what i’m sayin’?!”
so will, will you be straight with me now that it’s just us two on this train?
’cause i was gonna spend some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album
and i saw you here on the l train
and i was like “hey, is that will oldham?” he must at least have some perspective
cause it’s like, living in this town i get so confused and wound up and uptight
and i just don’t know up from down
and then we’d reached the last stop and the subway was deserted
there was a long moment of silence and i let go of his shirt
i started to think that maybe i’d made some kind of big mistake
i tried to walk out onto the platform but by then it was too late
his sungl-sses seemed to grow darker and still he hadn’t even spoke
he just came right up behind me and put his hand around my throat
and threw me down onto the concrete and kicked my face in with his boot
and dragged me down onto the train tracks and tied my hands back with his coat
and i was slipping out of consciousness as he was slipping down my jeans
and he was punching me and humping me and i slipped off into a dream
so it might have just been a delusion
but i thought i heard him say something like, “artists are p-ssies”
then he climbed back up and ran away
so i lay there in the darkness on the train tracks cold and broken
the hours p-ssed and i thought
“well, maybe i won’t remaster that old album”
and then i started thinking maybe it really hadn’t been will oldham
even though he did hold my arms and f-cked me just like will sings in “a sucker’s evening”
but whether it was him or not i couldn’t forget the words he’d spoken
“artists are p-ssies,” like, we’re wusses or we end up getting f-cked
and other kinds of folks are d-cks: tall, smart and strong and born to f-ck us up
i know it sounds really s-xist and stupid
it’s a terrible -n-logy but at that moment on the train tracks, it made a lot of sense to me
maybe it’s just some kind of natural balance, like 2 types of mental gender
that’s gone on in all societies in one form or another, like some d-cks were born to conquer
i probably would if i could, but if i’m just a p-ssy, that’s okay
’cause in a few months maybe i’ll put out something good

- lirik lagu jeffreyjack lewis

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