Smalltown Supersound - 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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