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Never Really Mine (MWT)
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Acoustic ditty inspired by Elliot Spitzer, hypocrites, wannabe artists-turned-prostitutes, unwitting men they leave behind in small towns, venereal diseases, and uncivilized subway class collisions
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Ernst Hayim aka "Dilettante" and "Would you Please Stop Talking?" is a song-writer who invests considerable energy in layered lyricism. A rhythmic self-taught g
Ernst Hayim aka "Dilettante" and "Would you Please Stop Talking?" is a song-writer who invests considerable energy in layered lyricism. A rhythmic self-taught guitar player, Ernst also plays the harmonica, keyboards and Appalachian dulcimer. Ernst is also a writer and a teacher. He happens to have graduate degrees in Evolutionary Biology, Genetics, and Economics (in progress).
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Genre
Alternative • Alternative General
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Peak #538
Peak in subgenre #196
Author
Ernst Hayim
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Ernst Hayim
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May 02, 2008
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MP3 7.2 MB • 234 kbps • 4:16
Story behind the song
Elliot Spitzer, hypocrites, wannabe artists-turned-prostitutes, unwitting boyfriends they leave behind in their towns, venereal diseases, and uncivilized subway class collisions
Lyrics
lonely little governor got caught his right hand halfway down her pants the transvestite chuckles in her cell everyone's a freak in here she says let the crazies decide whats best your table has wounded wooden legs do you love me now, he asked the empty wall as he slit her throat and wept into her breast the wide eyed kitten looks on till the third bullet brings her down I'm sorry honey, but I've been a real fool Nobody's true, so why the hell would you Buried down in airless holes The rats return home take your knife and stab me fast before we're alone I found you on a subway car drunk on moonshine I found you on that subway car burning neon signs the starving nymphomaniac nun stares out into the setting sun the wrinkles accumulate too fast she wonders why nothing ever lasts The river swelled on just one side her poisoned hope lost to the tide now you're finally a star we both know who you really are Your lover's so bitter in defeat He's asking for blood out on the street He's drawing ugly horns above your head and hating your pictures instead Headed past west 14th street The trains returned home Stabbed your arm and made a mess before we could be whole I found you on a subway car Pretending to be fine I stole you from a subway car You were never really mine
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