| Song | No Joy in Mudville |
| Artist | Death Cab for Cutie |
| Album | We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes |
| 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? |
| 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? |