Downtowns most peculiar scenes, where when taken at face value, carefree they may seem. The cash runs like pennies from the mouths with the pockets of 500 dollar bills and the views of the park. And when looking out those same windows turn right to see the not too run down facade of buckingham palace where teenagers drop 20's to calm their most repressed fears. But its the music they say, but thats already been done ten to thirty years ago and you can still find the originals in any used record store. And if it's the arrangement you're talking about, well I can name 40 poor suckers who could shut bristol and ludlow up once and for all and end this fucking mockery you call just fun.
In the city there are liars - the worst of that kind, 'cause the silence is appalling from the loudest of them all.
So from illness they got theater, put the blackface on the stage, and that culture is still bleeding, but to them they can't relate, so they fail to see the cycle, 'cause to them they can't relate. Now they throw it on the needle, watered down comedy. In the heart of opposition lies the lying social core. And their taste is most appalling, 'cause they're the loudest of them all.
It's true that media often does head in different directions and burlesque can be enjoyable, but only after its original intent has been correctly heard, understood, and in many cases corrected. in this case barely the first has been accomplished and the third could take hundreds of years from here. In the meantime, this style is devoted to, dare I say, class. So it's only fair that when they talk about the street, if you choose to take part, station wagons, route 95, triple-A memberships, and poor packing jobs should be your themes of reference. Let's leave those libraries of kitsch and corporate pullovers god help us out of this and up to our own means of culturally flattering delivery. how deep does it run?
