No Joy in Mudville Lyrics

Song	No Joy in Mudville
Artist	Death Cab for Cutie
Album	We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes
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	作词 : Gibbard, Harmer, Walla
	Last night
	I dreamt that
	I was youI 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
	If I could've 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 temp 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, it's on
	If I could've had my way, this year would bridge '66 again?
	If I could've had my way, this year would bridge '66 again?

	zuo ci : Gibbard, Harmer, Walla
	Last night
	I dreamt that
	I was youI 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
	If I could' ve 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 temp 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, it' s on
	If I could' ve had my way, this year would bridge ' 66 again?
	If I could' ve had my way, this year would bridge ' 66 again?

	zuò cí : Gibbard, Harmer, Walla
	Last night
	I dreamt that
	I was youI 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
	If I could' ve 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 temp 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, it' s on
	If I could' ve had my way, this year would bridge ' 66 again?
	If I could' ve had my way, this year would bridge ' 66 again?

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