Walter Becker - Ghost of Hipness Past

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Yeah, this is my man Jerome Comin' in fast and loud A veteran of the late unrest Runnin' with the sporting crowd Hidin' out in the alley Walkin' on broken glass Talkin' about damnation Waitin' for the moon to pass Hunkerin' on God's sidewalk Drinkin' that turpentine Bringin' out a bag of dog food For a very good friend of mine Yeah, me and my friend Jerome We come all the way 'cross town To meet the boys And make some noise And to kick that gong around Now kick it Don't look now You got stuck in the jaws of time somehow But don't you worry what you see Is what you get to drag down the gutters of eternity So, settle down and Put your goggles on Get the popcorn ready You know we're runnin' a little long Aw yeah, roll 'em Joe Sit back and let yourself enjoy the show Oh yeah, there you are You're ripped to the tits on Romilar Talkin' 'bout your long lost friend And maybe feelin' sorry for yourself again But don't we remember? She was seventeen And all the words came easy And now you talked into the dawn Well now, who's to say Exactly what it was that blew that girl away But now we know you just traded in her ass On the Ghost of Hipness Past Hand me down my belongings Throw 'em in a paper sack I'm runnin' from a hellhound on my trail With tragedy at my back Talk about two trains runnin' Gonna be the end of me I gotta make a midnight rendezvous On the corner of 6 and D The murderous thoughts and glances Go whistlin' through the dark Wonderin' about mortality While I'm prayin' for a place to park Yeah, me and my friend Jerome We come all the way 'cross town To meet the boys And make some noise And to kick that gong around Now kick it Miles away You're lost in the "here tomorrow, gone today" Lookin' back from where once you stood And wonderin' was it really all that bad or all that good But there he goes again With the pork pie hat And the highboy collar Ridin' the train to Dewey Square Oh, way down where Chasin' what was really never anywhere But this time I think you captured it at last It's the Ghost of Hipness Past It's the Ghost of Hipness Past
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