The Hold Steady - Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night lyrics
[The Hold Steady - Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night lyrics]
Nelson Algren came to Paddy
At some party at The Dead End Alley
Yeah, he told him what to celebrate
And I met William Butler Yeats
Sunday night dance party, Summer 1988
At first I thought it might be William Blake
We mix our own mythologies
We push them out through PA systems
We dictate our doxologies
We try to get sleeping kids
To sit up and listen
And I'm not saying that we could save you
But we could put you in a
Place where you could save yourself
And if you don't get born again
At least you'll get high as hell
Yeah, and sweet St paul
That must be the hardest luck
Saint of 'em all
We met him at some suburban St paul mall
Yeah, and St theresa came to Holly
But, I wasn't even at that party
I'd already moved out to New York City
Yeah, when Judas went up and kissed him
I almost got sick
I guess I knew what was coming
I guess I knew it was coming
We gather our gospels from
Gossip and bar talk
And then we declare them the truth
We salvage our sermons from message
Boards and scene reports
And we sic them on the youth
Yeah, we try out new testaments on
The guys sitting next to us
In the bars with the bars on the windows
Alright
And even if you don't get converted tonight
You gotta admit the band's pretty tight
They did "She's Got Legs" into
"Ain't Too Proud To Beg"
Into something by the Dixie Dregs
And they faked their way through
"Fairytale of New York"
When the band stopped playing we
Howled out for more hey Nelson Algren
Chicago seemed tired last night
They had cigarettes where there were
Supposed to be eyes
Hey William Butler Yeats
All the Irish seemed wired last night
They tried to separate our
Girls from our guys
They had cigarettes where there were
Supposed to be eyes
At some party at The Dead End Alley
Yeah, he told him what to celebrate
And I met William Butler Yeats
Sunday night dance party, Summer 1988
At first I thought it might be William Blake
We mix our own mythologies
We push them out through PA systems
We dictate our doxologies
We try to get sleeping kids
To sit up and listen
And I'm not saying that we could save you
But we could put you in a
Place where you could save yourself
And if you don't get born again
At least you'll get high as hell
Yeah, and sweet St paul
That must be the hardest luck
Saint of 'em all
We met him at some suburban St paul mall
Yeah, and St theresa came to Holly
But, I wasn't even at that party
I'd already moved out to New York City
Yeah, when Judas went up and kissed him
I almost got sick
I guess I knew what was coming
I guess I knew it was coming
We gather our gospels from
Gossip and bar talk
And then we declare them the truth
We salvage our sermons from message
Boards and scene reports
And we sic them on the youth
Yeah, we try out new testaments on
The guys sitting next to us
In the bars with the bars on the windows
Alright
And even if you don't get converted tonight
You gotta admit the band's pretty tight
They did "She's Got Legs" into
"Ain't Too Proud To Beg"
Into something by the Dixie Dregs
And they faked their way through
"Fairytale of New York"
When the band stopped playing we
Howled out for more hey Nelson Algren
Chicago seemed tired last night
They had cigarettes where there were
Supposed to be eyes
Hey William Butler Yeats
All the Irish seemed wired last night
They tried to separate our
Girls from our guys
They had cigarettes where there were
Supposed to be eyes