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No Joy In Mudville Lyrics Artist(Band):Death Cab For Cutie
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. And your studies of fringe New York Streets: I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak. To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on... Buying drinks for the poets upstate, this 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 simply cannot 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... 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 was lousy it was lost on all but you... And your studies of fringe New York Streets: I was reading the pavement in 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 you find some error in No Joy In Mudville Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to jen0bean@aol.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song No Joy In Mudville The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. | | ||||||||||||
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