Nostalgia Blues Lyrics - Grass, Branch & Bone - Simon Joyner

See you still haven't quit smoking 

Is that really all that you can think to say? 

I remember your bedsheets smudged with ashes and burns 

When you stayed up all night reading The Brothers K 

I know nostalgia's a Southall waitress 

Saving nickels for a rainy day far removed 

Still I can't ever remember seeing your tongue so tied 

Or your hands shake so loose 

Yes, everyone wants to believe their time was special, Nick 

See the dish run away with the spoon 

Then they settle down 

They settle in 

And they curse the night for givin' them all those sweet dreams 

All those sweet dreams, they bartered and sold 

So long ago 

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Coachie was wise to get out when he did 

And hitch his pony to an actual star 

You know, he's playing the Sydney Opera House tonight 

Aren't y'all still sleeping on strangers' wooden floors, yes 

How'd you get that iceberg way up on your shoulder, Jim? 

Can't we force our old demons into a truce? 

No, I'm afraid what we did was secret then 

Don't act surprised it now applies to you 

I guess everyone thinks genius is in their blood 

Or at least livin' down the street a door or two 

And then they settle down 

They settle in 

They curse the night for punishing them with those sweet dreams 

All those sweet dreams that exposed their soul 

So long ago 

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Bobby says the translator's nightmare is finding all the right words 

But somehow still gettin' the whole story wrong 

And all you guitar poets, well you're life's little butchers 

Go ahead and put that one in your song 

You've got endless tales of love gone bad 

I guess our Romeo is really cursed 

You poke your nose in everyone's dirty clothes 

So you can turn 'em into your light, loose verse 

Well, my life isn't neat rhymes and punchlines 

Cheap laughs and your talking blues 

And I wish that for just one time 

You could stand inside my shoes 

You could settle down 

You could settle in 

And you could curse the night for givin' you all those sweet dreams 

All those sweet dreams I watched corrode 

So long ago 

Well, it's easy to get hung up 

On all the things that you'll never have 

A backyard pool, your mother's love, John Lennon's autograph 

Some people step into an ambulance 

While others slip into a trance 

I've heard the sky blooms Picassos, though 

If you stop and give the clouds half a chance 

But I won't go to your funeral, Sue 

But I've got a couch if you ever need a place to crash 

We could settle down 

We could settle in 

We could thank the night for givin' us all those sweet dreams 

All those sweet dreams, like swords pulled from stones 

While we filled our notebooks with grass, branch, and bone 

Aw, here's to the sweet dreams 

That wouldn't leave us alone 

So long ago