No Joy In Mudville

Ben Gibbard (Death Cab For Cutie, The Postal Service) wrote this song about Lou Reed. Every time I hear this song, I feel inspired. The words convey the extreme passion Reed felt for the music he created - the ways in which his entire life poured into his work - and when I hear this song, and listen to these words, it makes me want to create something beautiful. It makes me want to write.

Last night I dreamt that I was you.
I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude.
Such a pose I could simply not hold,
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,
This southern corruption towed you down the interstate.
And they all said that you were the king
Of unruly 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...

On, on, on...

If I could have had my way, 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...
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, on, on, on...it's on.

If I could have had my way, this year would bridge '66 again.
If I could have had my way, this year would bridge '66 again.

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