Herbie's Drive-in Theater Revival

𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗮 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱... 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘁 𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲-𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗧𝗮𝗽 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽, 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗿𝗶𝗺 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻' 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻' 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗛𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, "𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗼𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱" 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲, 𝗔𝗮𝗮𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵! 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗼 𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗧𝗮𝗽 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗦𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘃 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗲, 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 "𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗲'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲, 𝗔𝗮𝗮𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵! 𝗬’𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄? 𝗬’𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀, 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗲’𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀, 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝗪𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘂𝘀 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲?? 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗮 𝗡𝗘𝗪𝗧𝗬 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗹, (𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁?) 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝐗𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁? 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗺? 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆, 𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻. 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰, 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘆𝘀𝘀, 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦! 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗜’𝗺𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻’ 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁… 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗶𝗻’𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁! (𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧!) 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗶𝗻’𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁... 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱! 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲, 𝗔𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵 𝗮𝗵𝗵𝗵! 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲! (𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲!) 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲! (𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲!) 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘁! 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻' 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱! 𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗮𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵 𝗮𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵 …𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁… 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝐇𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘁, 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗸𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻’ 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. —⊹— metadata: Bout how a newt changed the world Herbies a lil newt Born in the Appalachian dirt & when he opened his eyes He was instant aware He was in the lot of a grubby 1/2functional drivein theater & Spinal Tap was playin somewhere He tucked his lil wings & crawled to the front lines of the screen Climbed up perched on the bottom rim Watched ppl suckin face & drinkin beer Watchin movie under the stars He tried to telepathically link w the people in the cars He said Friends we r livin in an age of mediocrity Its callin for us to tap into the songs that fill the world Like Ah He saw a guy w/ his headlights on & his radio on for bout an hour & then Spinal Tap started to die out So the guy turned on the car & started revin engine Everyone was honkin horns & throwin beer cans at him & Herbie amplified thru the speakers He said Strangers we r livin In an age of rage&idiosyncrasies Throwin all weve got in the songs that fill the world Like Ah Yall hear me Look@the condensation on the chrome & glass Herbies in the wiring making lightning out of grass From the belly of the hollow to the static in the air Were pulling down the heavens just to see if its still there God Help us Whats There Its a newt kind of gospel get it I know some1 who proves the win u aint gotta be born again to be called xian Whats that u said the screen is gettin blurry but the spirits lookin slim Ill fatten up the frequency tune into the mud from my garden Its a strange kind of magic its a beautiful mess Its a backwoods riot lookin fine in that pretty Sunday dress From the gravel at the drivein to the edge of the abyss The universe is humming & it sounds just like THIS Herbie yelled out Ima show u somethin now just Shake the dust off ur bones Aint no heart too far from home Stomp it out Let it ring thru We aint lost we just forgot that we r the song that fills the world Like Ah Scaramouche(x2) Dance the foxtrot It was callin to be the age of geographical unity where the people sing songs to fill the world We all went ah! & they say ever since that nite thx to herbie the newt folks started singin again