MILLENNIAL FOLK SONG (The Times They Are a-Changin’)
Anyone wanna set this to music? As a forlorn, post-ironic rallying cry?
I declare your Big City
Old Mecca Town
because the world is a-growin’
and the U.S. a-fallin’ down
With your deep-pocket droviers
and the hipsters around,
you’re driving us artists straight to the ground,
paying with food stamps
and no pamphlets to be found
The times they are a-changin’
We’re ground to the bone,
caught sobbing and calling home,
my darling Midwestern or Southeastern abode.
We’ll leave the chilly scenes of gray and great heights,
to live somewhere cheaply, just tanning our hides
And in this new enclave, our brave urban tribes,
we’ll challenge the onset of what this culture contrives.
To be broke and free, but never broken,
we’ll spruce up the art scene of poor ole’ Hoboken
Because the times they are a-changin’