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Fare Thee Well
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Romance between homeless intellectuals.
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Acoustic rock and folk rock with country, blues, and American Songbook influences.
Formerly "Dr. C and the Stratocats," I'm now on a solo career as "Dr. C," but I had to change my stage name here because someone else had already claimed it. My music strives for melody above all else; I strive to make my songs memorable, so you can whistle a tune immediately. I see melody as the element most lacking in contemporaryr music. I love Sinatra and the Beatles, Gordon Lightfoot, Paul Simon, anyone who can write a memorable "tune."
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #342
Peak in subgenre #54
Author
C. E. Chaffin
Rights
2010
Uploaded
February 27, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:17
Story behind the song
No idea. Dumpster Einsteins.
Lyrics
Fare Thee Well I met you baby by the trash machine Where we were sorting through recycled things I hoped that you would be my garbage queen But you know Your flowered panties hadn?t seen a wash Except in gutters where our boots would slosh Sex was perfunctory at times though lush But you know Fare thee well, my baby, fare thee well. Who can tell, my baby, who can tell? Philosophy is born of pain It?s a luxury we understand a single thing. That all the critics live in thought machines. An artist?s smart enough to spike their guns. We started out with nothing, now we?re done But you know. We would have made it but our hands weren't clean. I blame it on the anti-aging cream. You blame it on the psychopathic gene But you know Fare thee well, my baby, fare thee well Who can tell, my baby, who can tell? I sought my refuge in the arms of Jung You favored Nietszche?s anti-God harangue We outgrew Hesse just like everyone But you know All the answers in philosophy Cannot exterminate hypocrisy I was true to you and you to me But you know Fare thee well, my baby, fare thee well. Who can tell, my baby, who can tell? Philosophy is born of pain It?s a luxury we understand a single thing.
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