Jazz At The Bookstore Lyrics

	作词 : Sexsmith
	Leadbelly's in the background
	Being drowned out by the grind
	He's singing 'bout "Rock Island Line"
	Nobody seems to pay him any mind
	Bestsellers and bookshelves
	Full of self-help printed word
	Some faint elegance is heard
	Now was that Ellington or Bird?
	And has it really come to this?
	Can ignorance be bliss?
	I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	There's a man standing at the crossroads
	With a dark roast in his hand
	He's Livin' in white yuppy land
	Over by the milk and sugar stand
	And have I really come for this
	A cup of caffeinated bliss?
	So we browse around
	All over town
	Sipping coffees that we can't pronounce
	And meanwhile in the Blues Cemetery
	All the coffins commence to bounce...bounce
	Leadbelly's in the cold ground
	Rolling over in his grave
	The hard road where so many slaved
	Is now so smooth and paved
	And has it really come to this
	Can ignorance be bliss?
	I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop

	zuo ci : Sexsmith
	Leadbelly' s in the background
	Being drowned out by the grind
	He' s singing ' bout " Rock Island Line"
	Nobody seems to pay him any mind
	Bestsellers and bookshelves
	Full of selfhelp printed word
	Some faint elegance is heard
	Now was that Ellington or Bird?
	And has it really come to this?
	Can ignorance be bliss?
	I' m waiting for the other shoe to drop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	There' s a man standing at the crossroads
	With a dark roast in his hand
	He' s Livin' in white yuppy land
	Over by the milk and sugar stand
	And have I really come for this
	A cup of caffeinated bliss?
	So we browse around
	All over town
	Sipping coffees that we can' t pronounce
	And meanwhile in the Blues Cemetery
	All the coffins commence to bounce... bounce
	Leadbelly' s in the cold ground
	Rolling over in his grave
	The hard road where so many slaved
	Is now so smooth and paved
	And has it really come to this
	Can ignorance be bliss?
	I' m waiting for the other shoe to drop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop

	zuò cí : Sexsmith
	Leadbelly' s in the background
	Being drowned out by the grind
	He' s singing ' bout " Rock Island Line"
	Nobody seems to pay him any mind
	Bestsellers and bookshelves
	Full of selfhelp printed word
	Some faint elegance is heard
	Now was that Ellington or Bird?
	And has it really come to this?
	Can ignorance be bliss?
	I' m waiting for the other shoe to drop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	There' s a man standing at the crossroads
	With a dark roast in his hand
	He' s Livin' in white yuppy land
	Over by the milk and sugar stand
	And have I really come for this
	A cup of caffeinated bliss?
	So we browse around
	All over town
	Sipping coffees that we can' t pronounce
	And meanwhile in the Blues Cemetery
	All the coffins commence to bounce... bounce
	Leadbelly' s in the cold ground
	Rolling over in his grave
	The hard road where so many slaved
	Is now so smooth and paved
	And has it really come to this
	Can ignorance be bliss?
	I' m waiting for the other shoe to drop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop
	Jazz at the bookstore
	And Blues in the coffee shop

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