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The Hidden Cameras, "Music Is My Boyfriend"

I found music
And he found me
I gave him some tambourine
He gave me a scream
I washed his dirty underwear
He made me toast
Music filled my mug with Vaseline
I gave him a choke

We could be happy
we could be free
If we don't make out
Or fall in love

I found music
And he found me
Bleeding from my fingers and knees
Plugged into a drum machine
Nailed to my head: a tambourine
And a guitar laced to my waist
A stone cold fever:
An internal melody

Guitars make me happy
Drum beats make us all free
Solid as a rock lover
Is the music in me

I found music and he found me
A balding head-banding pre-teen
So he seduced me in a dream
I kissed his ugly gangly greens
He swallowed my pee

We lived to be happy
And prayed to be free
But it was soon found out
That my body is brief

I found music
And he found me
He kept me singing
To my dying day

Sing to be happy
Hum to be free
The eternal harmony
Music and me

How often do you see music personified as a man, really?