DARLINGS from TINY VIOLINS by Jack Dean and Company

When Kanye dropped Graduation
I stanned it with the the force of a teenage infatuation man
I got my squad in battle stations
and we swarmed the HMV to show 50 who was the greatest man

And the years treated us harshly I
sprang to his defense ‘til he fully became a nazi damn
But its a decade since he dropped a banger so
fuck death of the Author it’s time for death of the Fandom

I’m like hey mate, hey mate, better watch who you praise mate
First you lolling then they rowling with terfs and its no JK
The congregation throng to the chapelle for what dave say
And now he can trade jokes for jabs in the culture melée

I’m not trying to shit on all your problematic faves
I got a list of’em stretching back to the operatic days
I’m just done with the pedestal on which we often gladly place
People who look down and can’t see their equals



Never meet your heroes, in fact don’t ever have ‘em
Just seize the all machines and weave all your own patterns saying

Burn your idols, kill your darlings

Never be afraid, to steal from all the legends
Because the music never died they just planned its obsolescence

Fuck your license we’re all starving yeah

When Biz markie dropped Just A Friend
I was only two weeks old but the world would never be the same
Cos when he followed it up with Alone Again
This unremitting cracker took him to court to make the claim

That samples need permission as if
music were an asset you can rent out to make some change
To steal all of black culture then charge
them for the right to steal it back that’s is fucking lame

But he won and now all the world is poorer for it
The right to stand on the shoulders of canon restricted to those who afford it
The golden age got stowed away and not many of us can recall it
The time when the pirates owned the waves and inspiration never had a shortage

I know you think I’m just bitter, and I had a hit I’d feel different
But on this point I’m consistent. I give you license to nick this
Because a song isn’t property it’s how we describe our existence
It should be free and priceless, never bought only given



Never meet your heroes, in fact don’t ever have ‘em
Just seize all the machines and weave all your own patterns saying

Burn your idols, kill your darlings

Never be afraid, to steal from all the legends
Because the music never died they just planned its obsolescence

Fuck your license we’re all starving yeah

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