July 24, 2011
Old hipsters rock
on front porch chairs.
Oh, yeah, they rock
their front porch chairs
Spring breeze blows cold through thinning hair.
Or none at all. Hey that ain't fair. You think I care?
Rock on. Rock on.
Old hipsters rock
and roll all day.
Yeah, hipsters rock
and roll and play
Hot gui’tar babe’s on back porch stage.
Come play with me. Sweet harmony! I’ll take the lead.
Swing on. Swing on.
Old hipsters roll
themselves to sleep.
Old hipsters roll
their own in sleep.
They dream of Dylan, dream of Hair,
Some still smoke weed, some say their prayer.
Hey, what it takes. That works for me. Come’ere, let’s spoon.
Roll on. Roll on.
Old hipsters got the blues tonight
And not just any blues, they got
Your long hair thinnin’, Rogaine spendin’
Midnight munchin’, vitamin crunchin’
Knees a-crackin’, head’s flash-backin’
Hip throwin’, memory goin’
Mind fadin’, Medicaidin’
Slow rockin’ aging hipster
Blues.
.... without a doubt the best of the best - I can hear the beat, man..... and the beat goes on.
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