Tarrytown
Track 1
ICHABOD:
Morning in Tarrytown
Folks are just waking
A cricket still sounds
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There goes the school bus
There goes a paperboy making his rounds
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Small town American lives
Small town America thrives
I’ve noticed in Tarrytown
Tarry in here still survives
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On one of the houses
A nameplate of spouses
Here so-and-so died
Colonial charm stifles any alarm
There's a meth lab inside
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Sure all the roads are run down
But Walmart just opened ‘cross town
So why is living in Tarrytown leaving me so terrified?
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Back in New York, there’s limitless places to eat
In New York, you push through the mobs on the street
And it smells
But it’s home
In New York
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There goes the mailman
Proud of mullet and proud of his gun
Drive-thru at Dairy Queen’s packed
Fatties love their fast food on the run
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Soccer moms idly besmirch
Then Sunday, they all go to church
Hypocrisy’s not a tangible thought, it’s fun
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Back in New York, at least people say what they mean
In New York, you feel you’re a part of the scene
And if not
Just pretend
In New York
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But I’m in Tarrytown
Newly transplanted and newly employed
I’m reminiscing and already missing the life I enjoy
That’s where comparisons end
Maybe here I’ll make a friend
I might be a hit
I might be a bit paranoid
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And maybe I’ll meet the love of my life
Hell, I’ve been here now barely a day
It’s not like I’m in some alien country
Manhattan’s an hour away
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And maybe it’s now a possible dream
To give me life some cognoscible theme
So fuck you to my old boss- a bulimic bitch
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Which brings me to Tarrytown
Face the adventure with honor, with pride
A new chapter starting
My terror departing with every stride
Goodbye to my morning, a city more hick
Good morning to Tarrytown citizenship
Good riddance to all the good nights and good lucks no one said
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Welcome to Tarrytown
Maybe I’ll tarry here
‘Till I’m dead
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Ichabod, recently moved from New York City to the colonial, quaint Tarrytown, explores the town in the morning, noticing and comparing his new life to his old one.
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