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[00:00.18](What's this song about?)
[00:03.32]Well, I went in for some medicine
[00:08.86]Feelin' like a wounded soldier
[00:10.96]Deathly pale and a woman did come to my bedside
[00:18.71]A regular Florence Nightingale
[00:22.55]But my girlfriend just wasn't having the comparison
[00:28.05]So I back-pedaled, said "okay then
[00:30.83]How bout Mary Magdalene?"
[00:33.08]Anyway, I was reminded of a dream
[00:35.64]I had as my confidence came and went
[00:41.69]Where all the girls from the 90's
[00:45.72]Were singing "Just Around the Riverbend"
[00:50.84]All along the banks of the Arkansas
[00:56.48]And I paddled through in a dugout canoe
[01:01.75]I was a John Smith cartoon, with a strong jaw
[01:07.13]Listen I'm white, middle-class and male
[01:10.23]And the dream does tell a tale
[01:13.09]Of Whiteness dreaming of Whiteness
[01:15.65]With a want for wisdom that might tip
[01:18.25]The scale 'cause my friend and I felt an affinity
[01:22.97]With the tribes in the documentary
[01:26.02]That plays on a loop in the backmost
[01:28.11]Wing of the Museum of Natural History
[01:31.31]But my imperialist didn't suddenly
[01:33.64]Die he just loosened his tie and took a
[01:36.66]Knee and Disneyland never made a man
[01:39.82]That's all just false idolatry that's all just false I-
[01:46.62]Florence Nightingale
[01:52.23]Comes in with a lamp, they say
[01:58.21]On stormy nights when the wound's remembering
[02:09.17]Talks to me about that photograph
[02:14.52]Me and my brother on the sidewalk
[02:20.53]Holding squirt guns and squinting in the sun
[02:26.03]That was the summer I was nine
[02:30.38]Well it's a sunny day
[02:32.95]At Sugar Sugar High School
[02:36.09]And the quarterback and track star are cuttin'
[02:39.64]Class and shootin' pool well this is not to
[02:42.39]Say that they should be in class
[02:47.17]Still why they have to be such assholes?
[02:53.28]It's as if we men just want to be
[02:56.88]Picked up sequentially
[02:57.80]And held to the breast of a giantess
[03:01.83]Who stands ten miles out at sea
[03:04.47]Or, alternatively, we could find success
[03:07.26]You know really be the best then maybe
[03:09.16]We could rest upon our father's knee
[03:18.41]Florence Nightingale
[03:23.94]Comes in with a lamp, they say
[03:30.02]On stormy nights when the wound's remembering
[03:40.97]Talks to me about that photograph
[03:46.21]Me and my brother on the sidewalk
[03:52.25]Holding squirt guns and squinting in the sun
[03:57.78]That was the summer I was nine
[04:03.53]Mary Magdalene
[04:09.29]Was at Golgotha, they say
[04:15.15]She saw the water separate from the
[04:22.46]Blood and I look at that painting
[04:31.71]Of him hanging so peacefully with
[04:37.48]Mary by his bleeding side that was
[04:43.67]The summer he was 33