Smalltown Supersound Songtext

von Sivert Høyem

Down in my new hometown there is a battleground
They make a fuzz about this very special sound
It is a lonely place
They never talk to your face
Looking over your shoulder
Man, it's such a waste
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I don't need them
I do well without them
Yet I seem to stick around
'Cause I cannot help but be a little curious
About this very special sound
Some people run the scene
And some buy into this dream
About a narrow line
About some music machine
Man, I get paranoid like on Hitchcock celluloid
Can't carve out no real space
It is a great big void
What should you do then?
Move out to California
Then move back in time
No, you just join a rock group
Meet the same said people that I have in mind
No no no no no
No no no no no
It doesn't work like that -- this lifestyle on the go
You gotta listen to the things they're telling you
You gotta look surprised as if it's something new
And when they fuck you over
Don't you feel a little colder?
When they fuck you over
Don't you feel a little older?
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