Shittiest Folk Bands
Melodies of Life's Struggles: Shittiest Folk Bands Unveil Raw Beauty
Lyrics
We sold our shirts and ties
We sacrificed our formal attire.
Boss we pawned our coats
We even pawned our winter coats.
And we'll play for money on the road
We perform for money while traveling.
Til there's blood in our throats
We'll continue until our voices are strained.
No there ain't no concert halls
No grand concert venues for us.
They ain't comin' in throngs
No large audiences are drawn to us.
And they'll never know
Our struggles remain unnoticed.
That the shittiest folk bands sing the prettiest songs
Despite being considered subpar, we produce beautiful songs.
God, yeah they do
Acknowledging that even the less skilled bands create art.
I gave my time
I dedicated my time to a cause.
I served the man for that fucking time
I endured a challenging period in service.
To write all these songs
To compose these songs.
And started a folk band for my baby
Initiated a folk band for my beloved.
So we can all sing along
To create a shared musical experience.
But she did me wrong
She betrayed me.
And this is me movin' on
This marks my process of moving forward.
There ain't a talented man
No exceptional talents among us.
Up here among us
We are just another folk band.
Just another folk band
Playing less impressive, older songs.
Playin' them shitty old numbers
Accepting our status as an ordinary folk band.
And there ain't enough good men
Insufficient honorable individuals.
Well they ain't comin' in throngs
No large crowds are drawn to virtuous people.
Livin' a shitty old life
Living an unremarkable existence.
And singin' you a pretty old song
Despite our mundane lives, we deliver beautiful songs.
And the shittiest folk bands sing the prettiest ones
Reiterating that even the least accomplished bands create beautiful music.
The shittiest folk bands sing the prettiest songs
Emphasizing the paradox that less skilled folk bands produce the most aesthetically pleasing songs.
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