on no, and a lot of live musicians
by Francine DuBois

Coachella, 2007

what is the sound of indie cred dying?
is it a socialite screaming your name?

can i still respect you
is she calls you in the morning
from the phone she clings to
throughout the concert?

i wish it were just about the music,
oh, i wish it were.
but one look at all of us
and you know that's not why we're here.

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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