Текст песни: Death cab for cutie - 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 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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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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I Will Follow You Into The Dark
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Marching Bands Of Manhattan
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Photobooth
Scientist Studies
Someday You Will Be Loved
Song For Kelly Huckaby
Soul Meets Body
Stability
State Street Residential
Steadier Footing
Styrofoam Plates
Summer Skin
Talking Like Turnstiles (Vinyl Bonus)
The Blowers Daughter
The Employment Pages
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Tiny Vessels
Title and registration
Title Track
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Your Bruise
Your Heart Is An Empty Room