The Marriage of Hip and Happenstance
The BrownSmiths take the Gospel of Hip to a far away land.
An independent artist who writes music for the fun of it.
I've always been interested in music, so I decided to make my own. This "band" is really just me playing all the instruments.
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Lyrics
"The Marriage of Hip and Happenstance"
Music: Sean Brown
Lyrics: Justin Smith
Intro:
In the distance laid a land of plenty.
The BrownSmiths knew it was their chance
to bring the gospel of hip to this hamlet of happenstance.
The mission seemed too big,
so they first made a sacrifice and did a freakin jig.
As twilight approached, the time was right.
They readied their nerves and set their sights.
Verse 1:
The towncrier, alone in the streets,
went about his duties
assuring the people of their securities.
Sleep had now come.
But the BrownSmiths had just begun
to rub some sodium chloride
into the wounds of the townspeople's
boring stride.
Chorus:
What would happen next,
no one could have guessed.
This land of work and sleep,
a new harvest they would reap. (2x)
Verse 2:
As the eastern luminosity
stepped over the hills
and into the mini city,
the cock squawked,
and the early bird frolicked.
The BrownSmiths shrugged,
"This place must be drugged."
From the town square
the BrownSmiths bravely declared,
to shake off their overalls
and grab their new set of balls.
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
The youth were the first to rebel:
anything was better than this frigid hell.
The old folks yelled, "Blasphemy!"
These strangers of infamy
couldn't break through this dusty symphony
until the mayor, Mastersonington,
stretched out his hand
to accept this new-fangled plan.
(Chorus)
Verse 4:
The people were aghast,
ready to give their leader a blast,
until Mastersonington gave them a wink.
Their rage began to sink.
For generations, this new story would be told.
This new-found "hip"
everyone soon equipped.
The veil was thrown back,
and the BrownSmiths stood and laughed.
The Smitty Rap:
The clouds developed a crack;
a light gave their retinas a whack.
They all stepped back.
The BrownSmiths craft had returned.
For more of their saviors, these people yearned.
But the BrownSmiths had taught them to fish,
more than feeding them once was their only wish.
The doors soon opened.
The strangers ascended...
into the minds of everyone that attended.
Outro:
The tale lives on
through their electric song.
When one person takes a chance,
everyone can marry "hip" to "happenstance."
