Humpasaur Jones - Old Fashioned Love Song [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Humpasaur Jones]
Poets had sweaty palms since the Reniassance
Getting bombed and singing the same seven songs
Where did it all go wrong? ...long story
It got corny, too happy pop top 40
There's nothing left, it's all been done to death
But every generation re-writes love and sex
It's hard getting open, I could set this pen in motion
Or just get stoned and quote Leonard Cohen
And Joni -- late nights, broken and lonely
Choking off a lump in your throat when you smoke weed
I've never been a sentimental dude
Kept it smooth, even when I'm too depressed to move
And I guess it's true what the old folks say
It's impossible to speak from your soul, most days
So I'm just hoping I can focus on the slow parts
The Mozart of broken ribs and exposed hearts
Getting deep and it's only been a week
Sweaty sheets soaked in memories that never leave
I gotta relax, but all that I have
Is the love song that drove me to the bottle and back

[Verse 2: Louis Mackey]
I’m sort of a bastard and brute for love
And every whore-slut I tore up I’m smashing some brews
Kinda puts me in a classical mood
As I got drunk and forgot what you asked me to do
I apologize for the six pack on your birthday
Or the last time that I actively splurged pain
“It’s better we’re apart” is severing my heart
Sending you unanswered letters in the dark
But thanks for the calls at the medical center
The deep love that’s still ascending to embers
Most of what I say is open for debate
I’m not hoping when I pray I know that you’re okay
And we all know Lou’s a passionate dude , when he’s crafting these
Ever since he was first running after your *****
And yeah, that fabulous laugh of the smooth way
I first asked you to dance in the room, nervous glances ensued
I got burned twice trying to handle your truth
I tried to get it...and only mumbled words
You met a fucking dork and left a troubadour
I was told Pallas was a dangerous muse
But didn’t believe it till I was mangled in two