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Okkervil River Singer Songwriter Lyrics

Last updated: 12/26/2011 11:00:00 AM

Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer, and his kid made a mint off the war.
Your father shot stills and then directed films that your mom did publicity for.
I saw your older sis on The Year’s Best Book List, and your brother manages bands.

And you’re keen to downplay, but quick to betray with one well-turned-out wave of your hand, that you come from wealth.
What a bitch they didn’t give you much else.

I heard cuts by the Kinks on your speakers.
I saw Poe and Artaud on your shelves, while The Last Laugh’s first scene, on your flat panel screen, lit Chanel that you wrapped around yourself. You’ve got outsider art by an artist who arguably kidnapped a kid on the wall.
Your designers have slyly directed the eye down clean lines here in your well-lit hall.

You’ve got taste.
What a waste that that’s all that you have.

You wrote your thesis on Gospel of Thomas.
You shot some reversal film in Angkor Wat.
And this book that you read says there’s less people dead at this point, now, than those who are not.
And this film we once saw was reviled for its flaws, but its flaws were what made us have fun.
And the life some folks had might have made us feel bad... why feel bad? It’s nothing you’ve done.
It’s all in your hand – like a gun, like a globe, like a grand.
And this thing you once did might have dazzled the kids, but the kids, once grown up, are going to walk away.

And your world is going to change nothing.
And your world is going to change nothing.
And our world is going to change nothing.