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 the northern town that I had once called a home
 And your studies of fringe New York streets
 I was reading the pavement and every word you would speak
 To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on
 Buying drinks for the poets upstate
 The 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 cannot begin to compete
 So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading east
 To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on
 On, on, on, it's-
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 If I could have had my way
 This year would bridge '66 again
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 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 tempo is lousy it was lost on all but you
 'Cause your studies of fringe New York streets
 I was reading the pavement and every word you would speak
 To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on
 On, on, on, it's on
 If I could have had my way
 This year would bridge '66 again
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 If I could have had my way
 This year would bridge '66 again