Death Cab for Cutie - No Joy in Mudville: chords

G                     A
Last night I dreamt that I was you
        D
I was dressed all in black with dark
glasses and attitude
G                    A
Such a pose I could simply not hold
         D
Through days in a northern town that
I had once called a home

And your studies of fringe New York streets
I was reading the pavement in every
word you would speak
To a "brownstone up three flights of
stairs" and it's on

Buying drinks for the poets upstate
The southern corruption tows you down
the interstate
And they all said that you were the king
Of a gloomy disruption that surfaced
when you would sing

And this town cannot begin to compete
So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones
and heading east
To a "brownstone up three
flights of stairs" and it's on

G         F#m
On, on, on, it's...

Chorus:
F#m              Em
If I could've had my way
F#m                    Em
This year would bridge '66 again

Trust fund hipsters were casing the room
Chock-full of amphetamines,
the overturned kick drum boom
Set the pace with incomparable cool
And if the tempo was lousy,
it was lost on all but you
'Cause your studies of fringe New York streets:
I was reading the pavement
in every word you would speak
To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs"
and it's on

On, on, on, it's on

Chorus - x2