• Title:Joke About Jamaica
  • Artist:The Hold Steady
  • Album:Stay Positive
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    The Hold Steady - Joke About Jamaica

    They used to think it was so cute
    When she said "Dyer Maker"
    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-shot in the city in the middle of the prairie
    Floating with the boys, with all her charms
    At first the laugh, then the eyes
    Then the touch-em-on-the-arm's
    And the drinks, they'd never seem to cost money
    And 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 stuff 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 got 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
    And 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 cards
    Now we eat in our cars
    The boys in the band
    They know they'll never be stars

    Back then they were quite convinced
    Firing and (?)
    The front row girls were posturing
    We were all imagining
    And man, we had some massive nights
    Some bashes and some bloody fights
    Back before those two kids died