No joy in mudville lyrics by Death cab for cutie

Album: We have the facts and we're voting yes


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 a northern town that i had once called a home.
Your studies for fringe new york streets... i was reading the pavement in every work you would speak.
To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on...
Buying drinks for the poets upstate, this southern corrupting towed you down the interstate,
And they all said that you were the king of gloomy disruption that surfaced when you would speak.
This town simply cannot compete so i'm packing my Bullets and Silverstones
And heading east to a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on...
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 book set the pace with incomparable cool.
And if the tempo was lousy it was lost on all but you...

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Added by:Jan
Date:2003-03-20
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