West Coast Hip Hop is Not for Me

An unspeakable incident left me glum
in 2001
at Reading Festival

Sunday night, right at the end
Hefner played the Carling tent
at 20 decibels

The tent was brimming
I couldn't get in it
and I was too young to realise
The impact
the music would have
on my later life

I strained to hear
it wouldn't reach my ears
drowned out by the main stage
I really wasn't all that in to Slim Shady
although at the time I had the Marshall Mathers LP
now it was an unwelcome tirade

It drilled right down to the core of me
when I missed the one about fat Kelly's teeth
and Marilyn Manson, the son of a bitch
over his noise I couldn't hear 'The Sad Witch'
I wanted to hear 'I Took Her Love for Granted'
Not some genre that I hadn't grasped yet
West coast hip hip is not my scene
West coast hip hop is not for me

Looking back I wish that I had been cooler
the year that Darren got Beulah
The only chance I ever had to see them
Swamped out of Reading and popular culture
the year of the vulture
the D12 era

It was a miserable night
a weekend lowlight
I wanted to make the end good
but my bad mood was shameless
I know what his name is
and everyone else does too

Everyone around could tell that I was annoyed
that I missed the one about Helen of Troy
I couldn't hear 'The Science Fiction'
'Christian Girls' or 'Hello Kitten'
I wanted to hear 'I Took Her Love for Granted'
Not some genre that I hadn't grasped yet
West coast hip hip is not my scene
West coast hip hop is not for me

I wanted to hear 'Love Will Destroy Us in the End'
I didn't want to listen to Eminem
West coast hip hip is not my scene
West coast hip hop is not for me