All Hail The Hitmaker

The Boy Who Cried Virginia Woolf

All Hail The Hitmaker [2008]

lyrics by: James Finch

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Fermented teenage failure
Consequence and co-dependant action
Acting on emotions
And possibly prescription
Masticated conversations
Inflammatory phrases
Shot at
Burnout burning incense outside,
Indie kids in your apartment

I don’t care if you’re not careful
I don’t know why you don’t notice
I don’t care if you’re not careful
I don’t know why you don’t notice me

The science of my solitude
Is coughed in contradiction
Parallel philosophies
Incite a feminine distraction
Drafting chemical reactionary
Phases of a generation
Funding fraud and faux-pas gods
Bulimic boughts of red wine charity

I don’t care if you’re not careful
I don’t know why you don’t notice
I don’t care if you’re not careful
I don’t know why you don’t notice me

Apart from those who keep up with the rent
And cleaning crooks who forget to cash their checks
All your friends keep choking on the scent
Of Frisbee Jeans,
Ground into the carpet
The orange hallway carpet

Lingerie’s no substitute for life experience
Who’s excuse will suit you when you’re young
And escape you from your favorite dress
And your bed’s made out of friends who grin
And swear they’ll never look
When you introduce your pretty self to
The Boy Who Cried Virginia Woolf

I don’t care if you’re not careful
I don’t know why you don’t notice
I don’t care if you’re not careful
I don’t know why you don’t notice me