Nearest Thing to Hip
๐ต 1903 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:42 duration
๐ ID: 6054816
๐ Lyrics
There used to be a cafรฉ a few blocks away
Open seven days, called The Brilliant Mistake
Where a crow-haired girl with scarlet lips
And slender hips served up coffee and cake
On a crackling stereo the ghosts of Sun Ra
Charlie Parker, Miles and Coltrane blew
I'd kick back in my chair, that sweet honey'd jazz
In the air, the sun shining through
It was the nearest thing to hip
It was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
It was the nearest thing to hip
It was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
Everywhere that I go I see streets that are low
On distinction and high on the banal and the bland
How did we get to this? We plumbed the abyss
By the twisted grace of the law of supply and demand
Well, there's no use crying and no use sighing over
Stone, wood, wire, glass and cement
But there's a little record store with a wooden floor
That ain't there no more that I used to frequent
It was the nearest thing to hip
In was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
It was the nearest thing to hip
It was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
Now I need to get out of this hullabaloo
And I remember an old-fashioned bar that I once knew
With an old-fashioned barman wearing old-fashioned clothes
But when I get there it's been bulldozed
So I follow my nose down Comatose Lane
Through the stripped back, ripped up wastes
Of Woebegone Square
Till I find myself on Deadbeat Street
Feet beginning to ache, despair in the air
The only thing bright in this blighted town
Are the billboard adverts everywhere displayed
Like mocking shades
And the musty, dusty second-hand book shop
Is now a scum-encrusted amusement arcade
It was the nearest thing to hip
It was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
It was the nearest thing to hip
It was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
And it's gone
Open seven days, called The Brilliant Mistake
Where a crow-haired girl with scarlet lips
And slender hips served up coffee and cake
On a crackling stereo the ghosts of Sun Ra
Charlie Parker, Miles and Coltrane blew
I'd kick back in my chair, that sweet honey'd jazz
In the air, the sun shining through
It was the nearest thing to hip
It was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
It was the nearest thing to hip
It was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
Everywhere that I go I see streets that are low
On distinction and high on the banal and the bland
How did we get to this? We plumbed the abyss
By the twisted grace of the law of supply and demand
Well, there's no use crying and no use sighing over
Stone, wood, wire, glass and cement
But there's a little record store with a wooden floor
That ain't there no more that I used to frequent
It was the nearest thing to hip
In was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
It was the nearest thing to hip
It was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
Now I need to get out of this hullabaloo
And I remember an old-fashioned bar that I once knew
With an old-fashioned barman wearing old-fashioned clothes
But when I get there it's been bulldozed
So I follow my nose down Comatose Lane
Through the stripped back, ripped up wastes
Of Woebegone Square
Till I find myself on Deadbeat Street
Feet beginning to ache, despair in the air
The only thing bright in this blighted town
Are the billboard adverts everywhere displayed
Like mocking shades
And the musty, dusty second-hand book shop
Is now a scum-encrusted amusement arcade
It was the nearest thing to hip
It was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
It was the nearest thing to hip
It was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
And it's gone
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.68] There used to be a cafรฉ a few blocks away
[00:16.21] Open seven days, called The Brilliant Mistake
[00:19.97]
[00:25.26] Where a crow-haired girl with scarlet lips
[00:27.95] And slender hips served up coffee and cake
[00:32.75]
[00:37.96] On a crackling stereo the ghosts of Sun Ra
[00:41.52] Charlie Parker, Miles and Coltrane blew
[00:45.85]
[00:50.55] I'd kick back in my chair, that sweet honey'd jazz
[00:54.13] In the air, the sun shining through
[00:57.72] It was the nearest thing to hip
[01:00.24] It was the nearest thing to hip
[01:03.10] In this shithole and it's gone
[01:07.20] It was the nearest thing to hip
[01:09.81] It was the nearest thing to hip
[01:12.92] In this shithole and it's gone
[01:17.85]
[01:29.53] Everywhere that I go I see streets that are low
[01:32.39] On distinction and high on the banal and the bland
[01:36.95]
[01:42.28] How did we get to this? We plumbed the abyss
[01:44.67] By the twisted grace of the law of supply and demand
[01:50.42]
[01:54.85] Well, there's no use crying and no use sighing over
[01:58.40] Stone, wood, wire, glass and cement
[02:03.60]
[02:08.53] But there's a little record store with a wooden floor
[02:12.04] That ain't there no more that I used to frequent
[02:15.66] It was the nearest thing to hip
[02:19.29] In was the nearest thing to hip
[02:21.18] In this shithole and it's gone
[02:25.11] It was the nearest thing to hip
[02:27.89] It was the nearest thing to hip
[02:30.76] In this shithole and it's gone
[02:36.12]
[02:47.65] Now I need to get out of this hullabaloo
[02:54.59] And I remember an old-fashioned bar that I once knew
[03:01.79] With an old-fashioned barman wearing old-fashioned clothes
[03:08.93] But when I get there it's been bulldozed
[03:13.40] So I follow my nose down Comatose Lane
[03:16.76] Through the stripped back, ripped up wastes
[03:19.69] Of Woebegone Square
[03:27.37] Till I find myself on Deadbeat Street
[03:30.09] Feet beginning to ache, despair in the air
[03:34.80]
[03:39.84] The only thing bright in this blighted town
[03:42.70] Are the billboard adverts everywhere displayed
[03:48.31] Like mocking shades
[03:52.79] And the musty, dusty second-hand book shop
[03:56.31] Is now a scum-encrusted amusement arcade
[04:00.62] It was the nearest thing to hip
[04:03.20] It was the nearest thing to hip
[04:06.24] In this shithole and it's gone
[04:10.46] It was the nearest thing to hip
[04:12.61] It was the nearest thing to hip
[04:15.72] In this shithole and it's gone
[04:21.67]
[04:25.52] And it's gone
[04:33.25]
[00:16.21] Open seven days, called The Brilliant Mistake
[00:19.97]
[00:25.26] Where a crow-haired girl with scarlet lips
[00:27.95] And slender hips served up coffee and cake
[00:32.75]
[00:37.96] On a crackling stereo the ghosts of Sun Ra
[00:41.52] Charlie Parker, Miles and Coltrane blew
[00:45.85]
[00:50.55] I'd kick back in my chair, that sweet honey'd jazz
[00:54.13] In the air, the sun shining through
[00:57.72] It was the nearest thing to hip
[01:00.24] It was the nearest thing to hip
[01:03.10] In this shithole and it's gone
[01:07.20] It was the nearest thing to hip
[01:09.81] It was the nearest thing to hip
[01:12.92] In this shithole and it's gone
[01:17.85]
[01:29.53] Everywhere that I go I see streets that are low
[01:32.39] On distinction and high on the banal and the bland
[01:36.95]
[01:42.28] How did we get to this? We plumbed the abyss
[01:44.67] By the twisted grace of the law of supply and demand
[01:50.42]
[01:54.85] Well, there's no use crying and no use sighing over
[01:58.40] Stone, wood, wire, glass and cement
[02:03.60]
[02:08.53] But there's a little record store with a wooden floor
[02:12.04] That ain't there no more that I used to frequent
[02:15.66] It was the nearest thing to hip
[02:19.29] In was the nearest thing to hip
[02:21.18] In this shithole and it's gone
[02:25.11] It was the nearest thing to hip
[02:27.89] It was the nearest thing to hip
[02:30.76] In this shithole and it's gone
[02:36.12]
[02:47.65] Now I need to get out of this hullabaloo
[02:54.59] And I remember an old-fashioned bar that I once knew
[03:01.79] With an old-fashioned barman wearing old-fashioned clothes
[03:08.93] But when I get there it's been bulldozed
[03:13.40] So I follow my nose down Comatose Lane
[03:16.76] Through the stripped back, ripped up wastes
[03:19.69] Of Woebegone Square
[03:27.37] Till I find myself on Deadbeat Street
[03:30.09] Feet beginning to ache, despair in the air
[03:34.80]
[03:39.84] The only thing bright in this blighted town
[03:42.70] Are the billboard adverts everywhere displayed
[03:48.31] Like mocking shades
[03:52.79] And the musty, dusty second-hand book shop
[03:56.31] Is now a scum-encrusted amusement arcade
[04:00.62] It was the nearest thing to hip
[04:03.20] It was the nearest thing to hip
[04:06.24] In this shithole and it's gone
[04:10.46] It was the nearest thing to hip
[04:12.61] It was the nearest thing to hip
[04:15.72] In this shithole and it's gone
[04:21.67]
[04:25.52] And it's gone
[04:33.25]