Singer Songwriter - Okkervil River

Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer

And his kid made a mint off the war

Your father shot stills and then directed films

That your mom did publicity for

I saw your older sis on the year’s best book list

And your brother, he manages bands

And you’re keen to downplay, but you’re quick to betray

With one well turned out wave of your hand

You come from wealth

Yeah, you’ve got wealth

What a bitch they didn’t give you much else

I heard cuts by The Kinks on your speakers

I saw Poe and Artau on your shelves

While The Last Laugh’s first scene on your flat panel screen

Lit Chanel that you’ve wrapped around yourself

You’ve got outsider art by an artist

Who arguably kidnapped a kid on the wall

While your designers have slyly directed the eye

Down clean lines in your well-lit hall

You’ve got taste

You’ve got taste

What a waste that that’s all that you have

Oh, you wrote your thesis on the Gospel of Thomas

You shot some reversal film in Angkor Wat

And this book you once read say there’s less people dead

At this point now than those who are not

And this film we once saw was reviled for its flaws

But its flaws were what made us have fun

And the life some folks had might have made us feel bad

Why feel bad man, it’s nothing that you’ve done

It’s all in your hand

It’s all in your hand

Like a gun, like a globe, like a grand

And this thing you once said disappeared from my head

In the time that it took to be amazed

And this thing you once did might have dazzled the kids

But the kids once grown up are gonna walk away

And your world is gonna change nothing

And your world is gonna change nothing

And our world is gonna change nothing

And our world is gonna change nothing

And our world is gonna change nothing