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They were wild like the USA |
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A mystery band in a New York way |
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Rock and roll but not like the rest |
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And to me, America at it's best |
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How in the world were they making that sound |
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Velvet Underground |
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A spooky tone on a Fender bass |
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Played less notes and left more space |
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Stayed kind of still, looked kinda shy |
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Kinda far away, kinda dignified |
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How in the world were they making that sound |
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Velvet Underground |
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Now you can look at that band and wonder |
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Where all that sound was coming from |
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With just four people there |
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Twangy sounds of the cheapest types |
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Sounds as stark as black and white stripes |
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Bold and brash, sharp and rude |
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Like the heats turned off and you're low on food |
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How in the world were they making that sound? |
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Velvet Underground |
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Like this |
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Wild, wild parties when they start to unwind |
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A close encounter of the thirdest kind |
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On the bandstand playing, everybody's saying |
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How in the world were they making that sound? |
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Velvet Underground |
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Well you could look at that band |
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And at first sight |
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Say that certain rules about modern music |
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Wouldn't apply tonight |
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Twangy sounds of the cheapest kind |
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Like 'Guitar Sale $29.99' |
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Bold and brash, stark and still |
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Like the heats turned off and you can't pay the bill |
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How in the world were they making that sound? |
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Velvet Underground |
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Both guitars got the fuzz tone on |
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The drummer's standing upright pounding along |
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A howl, a tone, a feedback whine |
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Biker boys meet the college kind |
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How in the world were they making that sound? |
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Velvet Underground |
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Wild, wild parties when they start to unwind |
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A close encounter of the thirdest kind |
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On the bandstand grooving, everybody moving |
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How in the world are they making that sound? |
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Velvet Underground |
