Blah blah blah blah blah [06 Jul 2009|02:42pm] I can't do anything so I'm eating, reading, and writing songs about hipsters. Here is my song about hipsters. One day when I am old someone will ask And I will tell them what I can about what happened in the past: Concerts at record stores and songs we sung And it was kind of strange but it was nice to be young And I think there was a movement but I couldn't tell you where I think there was a message, in our t-shirts, in our hair I know that we had something and I really think we cared But I couldn't tell you exactly in the end what we declared And all the punks in protest pins and feathered pork-pie hats Hey they love the way you kept your beard a little trimmed like that Check the seas of chunky glasses, do the white boy dance With old Converse shoes and Dylan ‘fros and tapered gray pants Man I dig your taste in music and I like your curly hair But I really don't see any of this getting anywhere Did you vote, I hope you did, because I really love your style Do your lyrics match your feelings - if they did you'd be worthwhile (bridge) And the hipsters all would stand in line And they’d tap their checkered Vans in time And the magic vinyl scratches make the air spark like a sign Flashing neon over clubs in Greenwich village after nine (Chorus) And the Ray Bands flashed cool patterns cross the eyes of all the kids Who were swigging Pabst Blue Ribbon, popping plastic film lids In an age of electronics we want Kodachrome We would never use the cameras that we brought from home So we’ll ditch digitization and take Polaroids Of the girls in colored tights who cling to flannel-shirted boys And the irony is lost on those who listen when they play How unique are we when everybody looks this way (Chorus) 2 comments|post comment

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