Текст песни Waterboys, the - Nearest thing to hip

There used to be a café a few blocks awayOpen seven days, called The Brilliant MistakeWhere a crow-haired girl with scarlet lipsAnd slender hips served up coffee and cakeOn a crackling stereo the ghosts of Sun RaCharlie Parker, Miles and Coltrane blewI’d kick back in my chair, that sweet honey’d jazzIn the air, the sun shining throughIt was the nearest thing to hipIt was the nearest thing to hipIn this shithole and it’s goneEverywhere that I go I see streets that are lowOn distinction and high on the banal and the blandHow did we get to this? We plumbed the abyssBy the twisted grace of the law of supply and demandWell, there’s no use crying and no use sighing overStone, wood, wire, glass and cementBut there’s a little record store with a wooden floorThat ain’t there no more that I used to frequent

It was the nearest thing to hipIn was the nearest thing to hipIn this shithole and it’s goneNow I need to get out of this hullabalooAnd I remember an old-fashioned old bar I once knewWith an old-fashioned barman wearing old-fashioned clothesBut when I get there it’s been bulldozedSo I follow my nose down Comatose LaneThrough the stripped back, ripped up wastesOf Woebegone SquareTill I find myself on Deadbeat StreetFeet beginning to ache, despair in the airThe only thing bright in this blighted townAre the billboard adverts everywhere displayedLike mocking shadesAnd the musty, dusty second-hand bookstoreIs now a scum-encrusted amusement arcadeIt was the nearest thing to hipIt was the nearest thing to hipIn this shithole and it’s gone
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