Tayc - N'y Pense Plus - Kizomba Remix By DJ Kin

Written by Topher Lin for The World Wide Wrench on September 4, 2020

Lead Vocals: Topher Lin
Chorus: Anna McFall, Bess Boever, Ben Savitzky
Rhythm Guitar: Topher Lin
Lead Guitar: Willie Caldwell
Production: Anthony Sertel Dean

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Lyrics:
It starts in the parking lot
You swing your mini-van ‘cross the big white arrow
The human throng surrounds you
Staggering under the bleached white sun
And you think to yourself
“I’m one of you now.”

So much to optimize already
Do I wanna park now and save a little gas
Or do I see if I can get a spot close to the entrance
Mm yeah, so sweet a spot
Oh shit, that car is pulling out
Let’s get over there—quick! Quick quick quick quick quick
Alright, we’re in place, here we gooooooo

Dammit
There was a car already waiting
And there’s a code to the parking lot
You can’t just be jumping the line, that’s disrespectful
We live on a razor’s edge out here, between order and chaos
And one misstep could bring it all down
Out here at the

Costco!
Costco!

You settle for a farther spot
You need the exercise anyway
You heave out of the car out onto the pavement
Snap that mask on as you skirt the haggard masses
Grab a cart
Fumble in your wallet as you approach the roiling gates

You’re a Gold Member
You're so pretty with your card
You’ve got family values
And your savings will take you far

What deals has Daddy Kirkland got for us on this fine day
What deals has Daddy Kirkland got to sate us here at

Costco!
Costco!
Kirkland!
Daddy Kirkland!

Four pound tub of yogurt
Mixed unsalted nuts
Wild farmed salmon
Organic cold cuts
Power leather sofa
4K TV screen
Photochromic glasses
At prices so obscene!

Costco!
Costco!
Daddy!
In your name we pray!

You choose your checkout aisle
With an eye to which bagger is fastest
Maybe you get a hot dog on your way out the door
Hebrew National
Or maybe you resist the urge (good for you!)

You walk into that bleached white sun
Where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth
It could be dangerous
But you know you’re safe
Armed with your cartful of
Milk and honey

Paean to a Certain Sort of Parsimony (The Land of Milk and Honey! It’s Here! It Calls! Heed Me Now!)

San Francisco Neo-Futurists

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