Nothing happened before these low quality recordings were made with a bad mic on a computer with no knowledge of how to make good recordings.
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Story behind the song
See also:
Unbunny;
Illiad;
Watergate;
Joanna Newsom;
Gospel of Judas;
Gnostic Gospels;
Roman Empire
Lyrics
It's true that our trailer park glows in its own way,
with industrial shimmer and semi-truck headlights
Dimly lighting the lonely circles of darkness,
where ill-maintained streetlights neglect their duties.
But housed in those haphazard spotlights are moments
in which we're stars treading countless celluloid squares.
And I, in my chic suit and tie,
Am the Trojan Helen.
And you, in your bright blue dress,
You are Richard Nixon.
Yes, the years we've yearned for are forthcoming,
But not before they've already happened in our own lives,
For this is an old song, and these are old blues,
And this is not my tune, but it is mine to use.
And I, with my weary eyes,
Am the holy Judas.
And you, with a stain on your shirt,
You are hailed as Julius.
