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Steely Dan Database: lyrics of "The ghost of hipness past"

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The ghost of hipness past

	
Yeah, this is my man Jerome
Coming in fast and loud
Veteran of the late unrest
Running with the sporting crowd
Hiding out in the alley
Walking on broken glass
Talking about damnation 
Waiting for the moon to pass
Hunkering on God's sidewalk
Drinking that turpentine
Bringing out a bag of dog food
For very good friend of mine
Yeah, me and my friend jerome
Come all the way across town
Meet the boys
And make some noise
And to kick that gun around
Now kick it

Don't look now
You got stuck in the jaws of time somehow
Don't you worry what you see
What you get to drag down the gutters of eternity
To settle down and
Put your goggles on
Get the popcorn ready
You know we're running a little long
Oh yeah, roll them Joe
Sit back and let youself enjoy the show
Oh yeah, there you are
Ripped to the tits on roam along
Talking bout your long lost friend
Maybe feeling sorry for yourself in the end
Don't we remember?
She was seventeen
And all the words came easy
And now you're talking to the dawn
Now, who's to say
Exactly what it was that blew that girl away?
But now we know you know you just traded in her ass
On the Ghost of Hipness Past

[Solo]

Hand me down my belongings
Throw 'em in a paper sack
Running from a hellhound armchair
With tragedy on my back
Talk about two trains running
Gonna be the end of me
Gotta make a midnight rendezvous
On the corner of 6 and D
Murderous thoughts and glances
Go whistling through the dark
Wondering about mortality
While I'm praying for a place to park
Yeah, me and my friend jerome
Come all the way acrosss town
Meet the boys
Make some noise
And to kick that gun around
Now kick it

[Solo]

Miles away
You're lost in the here tomorrow gone today
Looking back where once you stood
And wondering was it really all that bad or all that good
But there he goes again
With the pork pie hat
And the highboy collar
Riding the train to Dewey Square
Oh, way down where
Chasing 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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