Jazz At the Bookstore Lyrics

Lead Bellys in the background
Being drowned out by the grind
Hes singing bout 'Rock Island Line'
Nobody seems to pay him any mindBestsellers 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?
Im 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 shopTheres 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 standAnd have I really come for this
Cup of caffeinated bliss?So we browse around all over town
Sipping coffees that we cant pronounce

Meanwhile in the Blues Cemetery
All the coffins commence to bounce, bounceLead Bellys in the cold ground
Rolling over in his grave
The hard road where so many slaved
Is now so smooth and pavedAnd has it really come to this?
Can ignorance be bliss?
Im 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 shopJazz at the bookstore
And Blues in the coffee shop