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Nearest Thing to Hip - The Waterboys (水孩子)
There used to be a café 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
In 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
In 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 old 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
My 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 bookstore
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
In was the nearest thing to hip
In this shithole and it's gone
And it's gone
