Song Description

Regarding authenticity and consumption.

Lyrics

Lexus
(c) 2005 Brian Madison

I get up in the morning
And I put on my Land's end
Leave the suburbs in a hurry
Pick some tunes to help trancend
Headin' down I-95
With my anarchy unfurled
Hit mute 'cause London's calling
Strike another bargain with the world
Fumble with my cell phone
And I hope that I don't crash
Just drivin' in my Lexus
Listenin' to The Clash

Sprung from my cage on highway 9
Turning left on Thunder Road
The edge of town I thought I saw
The ragged ghost of old Tom Joad
I've got remastered rarities
And I've got hi-res gold CDs
You won't find another yuppie
Who is more sincere than me
There's no time for me to mourn
Blue collar roots I've lost
'Cause I'm toolin' in my Hummer
Rockin' with the Boss

I've got my Starbucks venti
And it's very plain to see
There's no one more authentic than a
White blues archivist like me
Call folkies disingenuous
As I download B. B. King
Cause he's the only one for whom I'll
Let my ringtones ring

Don't suggest that we are poseurs
What a cruel thing to say
You might insight an alley fight
Or we'll just shrug and drive away
Yeah I know I'm just like them
But still I am the real thing
With my power windows rolled-down
You can even hear me sing
And now I've got a cable
To the dash from my iPod
J-J-J-Jammin' to Bob Marley
In my Mini Cooper rod

Got my CBGB t-shirt
Covered by a Harris tweed
No need for me to sing the blues 'cause
I've got everything I need
But there's still this dilemma
And it's troubling my head
I gotta know, please tell me, man
Where can I buy some cred?

Drivin' in my Lexus
Listenin' to The Clash

Drivin' in my Lexus
Listenin' to The Clash

Drivin' in my Lexus
Listenin' to The Clash