Death Cab For Cutie - No Joy In Mudville Lyrics
last night i dreamt that i was you.i was dressed all in black with dark glassesand attitude. such a pose i could simply nothold through days in a northern town thati had once called a home. your studies forfringe new york streets: i was reading thepavement in every work you would speak.to a "brownstone up three flights of stairs"and it's on...buying drinks for the poets upstate, thissouthern corrupting towed you down theinterstate, and they all said that youwere the king of gloomy disruption thatsurfaced when you would speak. thistown simply cannot compete so i'mpacking my Bullets and Silverstones andheading east to a "brownstone up threeflights of stairs" and it's on...if i could have (had) my way this yearwould bridge '66 (again?)trust fund hipsters were casing the roomchock full of amphetamines. theoverturned kick drum book set the pacewith incomparable cool.and if the tempo was lousy it was loston all but you...