Odes to MARTA — chunk 3 · Track 5 · middle
East Point
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Lyrics
[Intro — instrumental only, no vocals] [darts thud into a board, thunk after thunk; the beat builds] [Instrumental build — still no singing, let the groove settle in] [Instrumental — the darts and the strings carry it alone] [Verse 1 — vocals enter at last] South of the city where the streetcars ran, the suburb that raised the ATLien clan; throw the dart, hear the thudding point, East Point hitting the bullseye joint. [Chorus] East Point, East Point, thud and stick, the darts find the point and they find it quick; thunk, thunk, thunk on the cork and the wire, the southside aim that never tires. [Verse 2] OutKast cradle, the southern home, where two young kings learned to write a poem; every point a place on the southbound map, East Point landing it right on the snap. [Chorus] East Point, East Point, thud and stick, the darts find the point and they find it quick; thunk, thunk, thunk on the cork and the wire, the southside aim that never tires. [Outro — vocals stop here] [Instrumental — the darts rides out alone, no more singing] [Long instrumental outro — the groove fades slowly all the way down to silence]