The Hold Steady - Joke About Jamaica lyrics
[The Hold Steady - Joke About Jamaica lyrics]
They used to think it was so
Cute when she said D'Yer Mak'Er
All the boys knew it was a joke about Jamaica
She'd always find a ride back
Home from the bar
She used to feel so stupid when
They'd talk about the music
Born into every single tune
They used to hum against her lips
With their hands on her hips
They used to kiss in the car
Dancing days, houses of the holy
Hot child in the city in
The middle of the prairie
Flirting with the boys with all her charms
First the laugh, then the eyes
Then the touch him on the arms
Then the drinks
They never seemed to cost money
Saturday night was a runway
That extended into Sunday
And sometimes Monday
Back then it was beautiful
The boys were sweet and musical
The laser lights looked mystical
Messed up still felt magical
Girls didn't seem so difficult
Boys didn't seem so typical
It was warm and white and wonderful
We were all invincible
Tired eyes, trampled under foot
Dazed and confused, c-c-c-c-cocaine blues
She hasn't gotten any eye contact tonight
The boys are getting younger and
The bands are getting louder
And the new girls are coming up
Like some white unopened flowers
She's pretty sure that that's
Where their power is
Back then it was unified
The punks, the skins, the greaser guys
Then one summer two kids died
One of them was crucified
Now it's so competitive
The sleeplessness and sedatives
I know it sounds repetitive
Every show can't be a benefit
We were kids in the crowd
Now we're dogs in this war
We were wasps with new wings
Now we're bugs in the jar
We were hot soft and pure
Now we're scratched up in scars
We were counting carbs
Now we eat in our cars the boys in the band
They know they'll never be stars
Back then we weren't quite convinced
Flyering and stickering
The front-row girls were posturing
We were all imagining
Man, we had some massive nights
Some bashes and some bloody fights
Back before those two kids died
Cute when she said D'Yer Mak'Er
All the boys knew it was a joke about Jamaica
She'd always find a ride back
Home from the bar
She used to feel so stupid when
They'd talk about the music
Born into every single tune
They used to hum against her lips
With their hands on her hips
They used to kiss in the car
Dancing days, houses of the holy
Hot child in the city in
The middle of the prairie
Flirting with the boys with all her charms
First the laugh, then the eyes
Then the touch him on the arms
Then the drinks
They never seemed to cost money
Saturday night was a runway
That extended into Sunday
And sometimes Monday
Back then it was beautiful
The boys were sweet and musical
The laser lights looked mystical
Messed up still felt magical
Girls didn't seem so difficult
Boys didn't seem so typical
It was warm and white and wonderful
We were all invincible
Tired eyes, trampled under foot
Dazed and confused, c-c-c-c-cocaine blues
She hasn't gotten any eye contact tonight
The boys are getting younger and
The bands are getting louder
And the new girls are coming up
Like some white unopened flowers
She's pretty sure that that's
Where their power is
Back then it was unified
The punks, the skins, the greaser guys
Then one summer two kids died
One of them was crucified
Now it's so competitive
The sleeplessness and sedatives
I know it sounds repetitive
Every show can't be a benefit
We were kids in the crowd
Now we're dogs in this war
We were wasps with new wings
Now we're bugs in the jar
We were hot soft and pure
Now we're scratched up in scars
We were counting carbs
Now we eat in our cars the boys in the band
They know they'll never be stars
Back then we weren't quite convinced
Flyering and stickering
The front-row girls were posturing
We were all imagining
Man, we had some massive nights
Some bashes and some bloody fights
Back before those two kids died