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 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? © SHOVE IT UP YOUR SONGS; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC; PLEASE PASS THE SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com