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Lyrics
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I'd like to tell you a story
`bout a minstrel past his prime
who longed for days of glory
in a world of nursery rhyme...
He was a pimple of talent
on the complexion of the music industry,
a great carbuncle of talent
in the reflection of their aristocracy
and though they tried their best to see,
the brilliance of his artistry,
they went for teen-pop and hip-hop
and pimple-free transparency.
They didn't think he'd fit.
They didn't hear a hit.
They didn't get his style.
and they never cracked a smile
as they imposed each bold presumption
on aspects of his craft
in truth, they lacked the gumption
to tell him he was daft.
He was a pimple of talent
on the schnozolla of the music industry,
a great carbuncle of talent
on the proboscis of their aristocracy
and so they never could admit,
with their support he'd be a hit,
'cause they were patsies and puppets
for corporate mediocrity.
It's clear he broke the rules.
He treated them like fools.
He'd never compromise
as he planned his own demise,
so they sold him home recorders
of pristine quality
to use in private quarters
for all his friends to see.
He was a pimple of talent
on the posterior of the music industry,
a great carbuncle of talent
on the rotunda of their aristocracy
and though they tried their best to see,
the brilliance of his artistry,
they went for teen-pop and hip-hop
and pimple-free transparency.
they went for teen-pop and pimple-free transparency.
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: Jeff Root
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Music Credits: Jeff Root
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Producer Credits: Jeff Root
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Publisher Credits: Black Hole Publishing
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Label Credits: Root Cellar Records
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Metadata
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Song Length: 3:12
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Primary Genre: Pop-Alternative
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Secondary Genre: Rock-General
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