The song Walcott by Vampire Weekend makes me happy.
Why? I can really understand it. Like the lyrics. They mean something to me. There's quite a bit of cursing for Paul Simon-esque music too. Here are the lyrics: Walcott, don't you know that it's insane? Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight. Walcott, mystic seaport. Is that the way, don't you know that your life could be lost? Out of Cape Cod tonight. Walcott, the bottleneck is a shit-show. Hyannisport is a ghetto. Out of Cape Cod tonight. The lobster's claw is sharp as knives, Evil feasts on human lives. The Holy Roman Empire roots for you. Walcott, all the way to New Jersey , all the way to The Garden State. Out of Cape Cod tonight. Walcott, fuck the women from Wellfleet, fuck the bears out in Provincetown. Heed my words and take flight.
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