George Potor plays acoustic guitar and sings
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Story behind the song
I started with a guitar riff that reminded me of a band I like called The Hipsters. Then, with no real thematic intent, I wrote lyrics that sounded like the music. No more, no less.
Lyrics
1
Storm rolls in, sunset slows.
Light plays tricks, shadows grow.
ba doo ba da, ba doo ba da, ba doo ba da ba,
ba doo ba da, ba doo ba da ba
I spoke wit that cat, he better watch where he steps;
The Earth is not as flat as it looks.
His feet became entangled with the sun on his left;
The ground was risin' up and it shook.
CHORUS:
The hipster saunter has touched a nerve;
A fashion’s fallin away. (Oh no!)
Pretend your logic can jump the curb;
We want this moment to stay. (Oh yeah!)
Ya dance like ya walk, walk like ya dance;
Ya slip an’ ya trip, an’ then ya try it again.
No straight line ‘tween the here and the there,
No straight line between now and then.
2
Clouds won't wait, time hangs low.
Sounds like rain far below
ba doo ba da, ba doo ba da, ba doo ba da ba,
ba doo ba da, ba doo ba da ba
In spite of all appearances, there's nothing so profound
As Holy Guacalmole ev'ry day
Go searching for artisanal; watch it if it’s brown
Sure enough the taste’ll start to fade.
CHORUS
The hipster saunter has touched a nerve;
A fashion’s fallin away. (Oh no!)
