No Joy in Mudville
Last night I dreamt that I was you
I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude
Such a pose I could simply not hold
Through days in the northern town that I had once called a home
And your studies of fringe New York streets
I was reading the pavement and every word you would speak
To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on
Buying drinks for the poets upstate
The southern corruption towed you down the interstate
And they all said that you were the king
Of a gloomy disruption that surfaced when you would sing
And this town cannot begin to compete
So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading east
To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on
On, on, on, it's-
If I could have had my way
This year would bridge '66 again
Trust fund hipsters were casing the room
Chock-full of amphetamines
The overturned kick drum boom
Set the pace with incomparable cool
And if the tempo is lousy it was lost on all but you
'Cause your studies of fringe New York streets
I was reading the pavement and every word you would speak
To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on
On, on, on, it's on
If I could have had my way
This year would bridge '66 again
If I could have had my way
This year would bridge '66 again
I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude
Such a pose I could simply not hold
Through days in the northern town that I had once called a home
And your studies of fringe New York streets
I was reading the pavement and every word you would speak
To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on
Buying drinks for the poets upstate
The southern corruption towed you down the interstate
And they all said that you were the king
Of a gloomy disruption that surfaced when you would sing
And this town cannot begin to compete
So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading east
To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on
On, on, on, it's-
If I could have had my way
This year would bridge '66 again
Trust fund hipsters were casing the room
Chock-full of amphetamines
The overturned kick drum boom
Set the pace with incomparable cool
And if the tempo is lousy it was lost on all but you
'Cause your studies of fringe New York streets
I was reading the pavement and every word you would speak
To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on
On, on, on, it's on
If I could have had my way
This year would bridge '66 again
If I could have had my way
This year would bridge '66 again
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Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla, Nicholas Harmer
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