Titles are hard and too....something....defining. Whatever.
If I wrote songs, I would write a song that goes like this:
You used to climb trees,
you used to smell Steves.
That's right, Steves
You used to smell'em
What happened to that girl
that daughter of the antebellum.
Who stole a string of pearls
and sold 'em down the river
Alligator, Alligator, snap your teeth and crush me later
Elevator, Elevator, take me up and strand me higher
Nonsensical, nonsensical. You don't have to make sense if you're nonesensical
Just put a ribbon in your hair,
wear an old sweater covered in bears.
Fill your house with plants and pots
made of legos...mulched with bones.
Yeah be that piquant indie girl
forget about that giant earl
who wanted to take you
to his earldom by the sea....
Oh me, Oh me oh me oh meeeeeee.
Another heretofore undiscovered talent, ladies and gentlemen, a talent for writing mediocre indie-rock songs. Is indie over? Did I end it just by asking that?
I know a lot of 30 year olds who are going to be quite upset.
You used to climb trees,
you used to smell Steves.
That's right, Steves
You used to smell'em
What happened to that girl
that daughter of the antebellum.
Who stole a string of pearls
and sold 'em down the river
Alligator, Alligator, snap your teeth and crush me later
Elevator, Elevator, take me up and strand me higher
Nonsensical, nonsensical. You don't have to make sense if you're nonesensical
Just put a ribbon in your hair,
wear an old sweater covered in bears.
Fill your house with plants and pots
made of legos...mulched with bones.
Yeah be that piquant indie girl
forget about that giant earl
who wanted to take you
to his earldom by the sea....
Oh me, Oh me oh me oh meeeeeee.
Another heretofore undiscovered talent, ladies and gentlemen, a talent for writing mediocre indie-rock songs. Is indie over? Did I end it just by asking that?
I know a lot of 30 year olds who are going to be quite upset.