Paroles Hobo Chili de Attica! Attica!

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There's a backyard show where everybody goes 'cause everybody knows at this masqueradeThey wear strange costumes and heave water balloons and one kid's dressed up like a deviled eggThat's when I say, "What's this? There's something that I've missed there ain't nothing like this back in Upstate"But "When in Louisville," they say, "join the crazy ballet"So with blazing waterguns I join the frayYes I learned on that day what local flavor meansWith a dinner made from dumpsters on Kentucky streetsYou won't learn anything tied up in restaurant chainsWhy bother traveling if it all just tastes the same?On the guidebook page a travel-weary sage is sharing the best secrets from her latest trekThen the tourists come and money builds it up and pretty soon the place is just a wreckBut when I hit the road I want pie a la mode from a café where they don't wear uniformsWhere the salt of the earth season their hometown turf with art that you can't find in any storeYes I know there's nothing new out on the interstateAnd a journey's pointless if the asphalt mediatesYou won't find anything if you're tied with retail chainsWhy bother traveling if it all just looks the sameThere's a warehouse show out in New Mexico and films are being screened up on a Brooklyn roofBasement galleries in Knoxville, Tennessee and Tallahassee games under the moonSo will you come with me to either shining sea to cleanse the monoculture from our souls?Then we'll roam town to town listening for any sound that can tell us they're having a showSo raise a glass of your sweat to acknowledge the debt that we owe to our most gracious hosts


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