“I said, Papa someday I’m gonna write a symphony
48-piece band all dressed up like me
I said, I’ll write someday the satyrs of old songs
I’m gonna chill the marrow in their bones
But as long as I can’t get Into Carnegie Hall
I keep writing songs, that are all my own
Very simple and dumb, like I always have done.
If you like them, yeah!
But if you don’t, too bad…
‘Cause it’s all I have.”
Little Joy - How to hang a Warhol
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