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**OnlineHost** Welcome to Music Hall of Williamsburg Chat! |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: hellayyyyw
i am colinnnn meloyyyy |
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crowd: What's with your accent? |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: oh it's just from where i gyew up |
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crowd: Which is where? |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: an island colony populated by bawoque-pop bwitish longshoeyremen that exists only in my mind |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: ok arye you guys wready to wock |
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crowd: WOO! |
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**OnlineHost** Colin Meloy sings a song about an aborted fetus who gets stuck in a chimney and then sees a deadbeat steal his mother's estate, then sails out to sea to avenge her, then finds out his mother has turned into a bird, and then he nurses it back to health and is magically reincarnated as the son of a trapeze artist who joins the Confederacy and dies and becomes a ghost. |
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**OnlineHost** Then the ghost does a bunch of 1800s shit. |
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crowd: So will the townsfolk ever find young Frederick's remains? |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: no he is not yreally dead, his spiwit is tuapped in his mothews locket |
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crowd: oh
WOOO |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: thank youuu thank youuuuu |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: /kind of tunes guitar but not really |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: this song is about me becoming a fatheeeyr
and having a chiyoowld |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: i thought i would not wuite a song about it, but then i decided to wuite a song about it, and then i thought, "why am i wuiting a song about itttttt" |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: because you know it's a cliche and i thought i would nevew wuite a song about it and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: soyyey i should stick to my mantwa "less talk moyre wock" |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: but anyway blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah |
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**OnlineHost** Hours later... |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: ah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah |
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crowd: /falls asleep |
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**OnlineHost** The Shankill Butchers have entered the chatroom. |
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shankill_butchers: RUB 'EM OUT BOYOS
wait are they asleep
we wanted to catch them awake |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: i'm awake! |
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shankill_butchers: /wipe off cleavers with thighs |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: oh cwuap |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: hold on i need to come up with a wry and aloof song about me being bwutally muydered |
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ColinMeloy&TheInfiniteSadness: it's hawdew to be wry and aloof when i'm the one being bwutally muydered |
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