Letra de Nearest Thing to Hip - The Waterboys

There used to be a caf� 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

Everywhere that I go I see streets that are low on distinction
And high on the banal and 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 & no use sighing
Over stone, wood, wire, glass and cement
But there's a little record store with a wooden floor
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That ain't there no more that I used to frequent

It was the nearest thing to hip...

Now I need to get out of this hullabaloo
And remember an old-fashioned old bar 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 bookshop is now a
Scum encrusted amusement arcade

It was the nearest thing to hip...