Jeffrey Lewis - Williamsburg will oldham horror

^AToday I went to Major Matt's to re^Cmaster my old ^Galbum And on the ^AL train in the morning, I was pretty ^Csure I saw Will ^GOldham He was ^Awearin' the same sunglasses he had on ^Cstage at the Bowery ^GBallroom Had he ^Acome to walk among the Williams^Cburgers of his ^Gkingdom? And like the ^Aburghers of Calais will a ^Csacrifice be de^Gmanded To ^Aoffer up our dreams and beg for ^Cmercy empty-^Ghanded? And ^Ahapless in our hipness crowded ^C5 to an a^Gpartment Rele^Agate our dreams to hobbies and ^Cdeny our disap^Gpointment 'Cause The ^AStones in '65 want total ^Csatisfaction, ^Gkid But The ^AStones in '69 see grace in ^Cjust getting what you ^Gneed But if that's a ^Avictory, then I'd hate to see what ^CI'd look like ^Gdefeated 'Cause I ^Aknow there are those walk among us who seem to ^Cget their dreams ^Gunimpeded

Like, ^Atoday I went to Major Matt's to ^Cremaster my old ^Galbum And on the ^AL train in the morning, I was really ^Csure I saw Will ^GOldham He was ^Awearin' the same sunglasses he had on ^Cstage at the Bowery ^GBallroom Had he ^Acome to walk among the Williams^Cburgers of his ^Gkingdom? And you might ^Asay now there's a guy who seems to have their ^Cworld laid out be^Gfore him Or you might say, ^Ahe's just a rich kid or a fas^Ccist or a ^Gcharlatan But either way ^Ayou say it if you look at indie-rock culture ^Cyou really can't ig^Gnore him And even ^Aif at first dismissive, after some ^Clistens you'll en^Gjoy him I was ^Athinking this on the L train, intent on ^Cbursting my own ^Gbubble How ^Along should an artist struggle before it ^Cisn't worth the ^Ghassle? And ad^Amit we aren't fit to be the ^Cone inside the ^Gcastle Is this ^Aquest for greatness or at least hipness ^Cjust a scam and ^Gtoo much trouble? But ^Athen what makes on human being worthy ^Cof an easy ^Gride Born to ^Abe a natural artist you love or ^Chate but can't de^Gny While ^Aus minions in our millions tumble ^Cinto history's ^Gchasm We ^Amight have a couple of laughs but we're still ^Cwastes of proto^Gplasm

Like, ^Atoday I was gonna waste some time and money to re^Cmaster some dumb old ^Galbum And on the ^AL train in the morning, i was really ^Csure I saw Will ^GOldham He was ^Awearin' the same big sunglasses he had on ^Cstage at the Bowery ^GBallroom Had he ^Acome to see the strife here in the ^Cgutters of his ^Gkingdom? Where us ^Anoble starving artists are striving ^Chard to feed our ^Gegos Our ^Amothers like our music our our ^Cfriends come see our ^Gshows And if our ^Afriends become successful, we'll con^Csider them our ^Gfoes Go ^Ahome to our four roommates after payin' ^Cbig bucks for rock^Gstars' shows What a ^Anightmare! What a horror! I don't ^Cwant no part of ^Gthis Get me ^Aoff this crazy ride! I'm gonna ^Cpuke, I'm gonna ^Gpiss! I'd rather ^Akill myself I'd rather just ^Crelax or not ^Gexist! But you ^Asay you wanna do an e-mail interview? Oh what the ^Check, I can't re^Gsist! Hey ^Ama, guess what? Today I did another ^Cmagazine inter^Gview! "Honey, that's ^Agreat, you're really famous!" Yeah and I'm ^Ctwenty seven ^Gtoo! I kinda ^Athought I was gonna grow up to do stuff that would ^Cbenefit humani^Gty But it's getting ^Aharder to tell if this artist's life is ^Ceven benefiting ^Gme

Cause ^Atoday I was gonna waste some time and money today to r^Cemaster some dumb old ^Galbum And on the ^AL train in the morning, I was totally ^Csure I saw Will ^GOldham He was ^Awearin' the same big sunglasses he had on ^Cstage at the Bowery ^GBallroom And ^Asince I was feeling in need of answers I just ^Cwent right up and ^Gasked him, I said "^AWill Bonnie Prince, Palace or whatever, ^Cwhat do you think a^Gbout it? Is it ^Aworth being an artist or an indie-rock star, or ^Care you better off with^Gout it?" Cause you know ^Amaybe the world would be better if we were all just ^Cun-creative ^Gdrones No dead ^Achildhood dreams to haunt us, a decent ^Cjob, a decent ^Ghome And if we ^Ahad some extra time we could do real thi^Cngs to promote ^Gpeace Become ^Ascientists or history teachers or un-co^Crrupt police at ^Gleast "Come on ^AWill, you gotta tell me!" I grabbed and ^Cshook him by the ^Garm The L ^Atrain was leaning Bedford with 10,000 ^Cwhite twenty-some^Gthings crowed on He ^Aopened his mouth to speak but it was lost in the ^Crumbling of the ^Gwheels We were ^Athrown together in a corner and I yelled "^CTell me, man, for ^Greal!" You're living ^Acomfortably, I assume, even if you're not ^Cquite a household ^Gname You've reached a ^Apretty high level of success and ^Ccritical ac^Gclaim The ^AL train got to First Avenue and a bunch of ^Cpeople piled ^Gout I was ^Astaring into his sunglasses and I was ^Creally freakin' ^Gout, I was like ^ASteamboat Willie Bonnie ^CPrince of all this ^Gshit, You're like the ^Aking of a certain genre but even ^Cyou must want to ^Gquit Like if you ^Ahear a record by Bob Dylan or ^CNeil Young or what^Gever You must start ^Athinkin' "Yeah, people like me, but I ^Cwon't be that good ^Gever" And I'm ^Asure the thing is probably ^CDylan himself ^Gtoo Stayed ^Aup some nights wishing he was as good as ^CGinsberg or Ca^Gmus And he was like "^ADude, I'm such a faker, I'm just a ^Cclown who enter^Gtains And these ^Afools who pay for my crap, they just have ^Cpathetic puny ^Gbrains And ^ACamus probably wished he was Milton too or what^Cever, you know what i'm ^Gsayin'?!" So ^AWill, will you be straight with me now that it's just ^Cus two on this ^Gtrain?

'Cause I was ^Agonna spend some time and money today to re^Cmaster some dumb old ^Galbum And I saw ^Ayou here on the L train and I was like "^CHey, is that Will ^GOldham?" He must at ^Aleast have some perspective cause it's like, ^Cliving in this ^Gtown I get so con^Afused and wound up and uptight and I just ^Cdon't know up from ^Gdown And ^Athen we'd reached the last stop and the ^Csubway was ^Gdeserted ^AThere was a long moment of silence and I ^Clet go of his ^Gshirt ^AI started to think that maybe I'd made some ^Ckind of big mi^Gstake I tried to ^Awalk out onto the platform but by ^Cthen it was too ^Glate His ^Asunglasses seemed to grow darker and still he ^Chadn't even ^Gspoke He just ^Acame right up behind me and put his ^Chands around my ^Gthroat And threw me ^Adown onto the concrete and kicked my ^Cface in with his ^Gboot And dragged me ^Adown onto the train tracks and tied my ^Chands back with his ^Gcoat And I was ^Aslipping out of consciousness as he was ^Cslipping down my ^Gjeans And he was ^Apunching me and humping me and I ^Cslipped off into a ^Gdream So it ^Amight have just been a delusion but I ^Cthought I heard him ^Gsay Something like, "^AArtists are pussies" then he ^Cclimbed back up and ran a^Gway

So I ^Alay there in the darkness on the ^Ctrain tracks cold and ^Gbroken The ^Ahours passed and I thought "well, ^Cmaybe I won't re^Gmaster that old album" ^AAnd then I started thinking maybe it really ^Cwasn't even Will ^GOldham Even though he ^Adid hold my arms and fuck me just like Will ^Csings in "A Sucker's ^GEvening" But ^Awhether it was him or not I couldn't for^Cget the words he'd ^Gspoken "^AArtists are pussies," like, we're wusses or we ^Cend up getting ^Gfucked And other ^Akinds of folks are dicks: tall, ^Csmart and strong and born to ^Gfuck us up I ^Aknow it sounds really ^Csexist and stupid, It's a terrible ^Ganalogy. But ^Aat that moment on the train tracks, it made a ^Clot of sense to ^Gme Maybe it's ^Ajust some kind of natural balance, like 2 ^Ctypes of mental ^Ggender That's ^Agone on in all societies in ^Cone form or a^Gnother, Like some ^Adicks were born to conquer, I probably ^Cwould if I ^Gcould, But if I'm just a ^Apussy, that's okay, 'cause in a few months ^Cmaybe I'll put out something ^Ggood ^A