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New South Blues
03:34
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I’ve got a pocket full of moonbeams,
A noodle full of bad dreams
And melodies that never went anywhere.
I swear, I’ll stop poking the bear (right after this).
You’ve got a castle made of sawdust,
A mattress for a bank trust
And a blaze of glory in the mind—
You’ll find you may spend a while in line...
Lo the Facebook lamentations
About the “spoiling of the nation”
And how the good ol’ days are gone.
Oh? They never mention ol’ Jim Crow.
“In the past, turned the page”
Muslim witch hunt, Proposition 8
This is the new South
Holy wars, tapas bars
Hipsters, chillwave, hybrid cars
This is the new South
I keep my memories in an iPhone
Right next to that old ham bone
That I’m trying not to eat.
See, piggies squeak and it makes me feel guilty
Yes, I know, you also follow your own code
But I pause to ask how thorough
Your study of its context has been
Ah, excuse me, there I go again.
“YOU LIE!” Boeing Jets
Don’t tread on Neo-Confederates
This is the new South
Nanobots, Leviticus
Trickle down ignorance
This is the new South
I’d like to write a science fiction
Where history is mentioned
And we learn from the past.
But who’d believe it, so I guess I’ll pass
In all fairness, the South has no monopoly
On ignorance and bigotry
You understand
We just have the most trusted brand
Magnet schools for the Arts
Crystal meth, Earnhardt
This is the new South
Literary legacy
Bobby Jones University
This is the new South
—I hate to tell you.
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Possible Country
03:03
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I hear this whispered conversation
On a cellphone in a bathroom stall:
"You know my wife and kids are at home
And I don't know why you'd call.
You knew how it would be—
You knew it from the top with me.
No matter how I want to
I can't come and keep you warm.
Now, I'm not one to pluck
The speck in someone's eye—
You'd never get his name out of me,
See, I'm an accomplice in his lie.
From two stalls down to myself
While stiffing a cough—
See who knows who has hooks in who out there
And who knows where it stops.
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Nobody Cares Who You Are
02:32
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Nobody cares who you are—
And I mean that in the nicest way
Because it applies to each of us, everyday.
Yes, nobody cares who you are
And I mean that in a cosmological way
You’re probably not going to have your say.
You say you’ll be a big star
Well, I say in a couple billion years
You’ll be back exactly where you are—
With nobody caring who you are
And I mean that in the most pragmatic way
You don’t have long but, hey, you’ve got today.
It may seem a noble cause
To bring yourself more applause,
But you gotta remember the big picture,
Take the long view and listen:
Nobody cares who you are—
And I mean that in a very real way
You're part of a genome that's better each day.
You've got to keep that ego in check.
You’re a pretty cool card in a trillion-card deck.
You're the universe knowing itself—
But, hey man, nobody likes a universe that's full of itself.
It may seem a noble cause
To bring yourself more applause,
But you gotta remember the big picture,
Take the long view and listen:
When the sun burns up in 5 billion years
Do you think they'll say,
"It would be alright,
If only Brad Pitt were here"?
That's why nobody should care who you are
Except for the ones you love
Right here where you are.
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