There used to be a café a few blocks away
Open seven days, called The Brilliant Mistake
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Where a crow-haired girl with scarlet lips
And slender hips served up coffee and cake
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On a crackling stereo the ghosts of Sun Ra
Charlie Parker, Miles and Coltrane blew
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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
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Everywhere that I go I see streets that are low
On distinction and high on the banal and the bland
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How did we get to this? We plumbed the abyss
By the twisted grace of the law of supply and demand
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Well, there's no use crying and no use sighing over
Stone, wood, wire, glass and cement
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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
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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
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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
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And it's gone