Lyrics

[RACHEL] And when Dean Street's just a memory Don't think back at what went wrong The mistakes we made all fade away What matters is the song Just keep searching for a space It'll be better out here Let the past disappear Maybe next year I hope you don't look back in anger I hope you don't look back Don't look back [ABBY] You said something about Brooklyn You said something about the block You said something about being the only white kid in the hood And when I asked anything specific You were never in the mood You'd say the only thing that saved me Were the songs of Barrett Rude Sorry, Barrett Rude Junior And you said nothing about how you knew the songs of Barrett Rude Or knew the singer Barrett Rude Or knew the son of Barrett Rude You said la la la my best friend was black La la la la, some shit went down La la la la, I don't go back Then you'd quickly change the subject to some b-side by James Brown And I saw every plastic cover Records, comics kept like new And I said this boy collects things And now he's collecting you And I said La la la, I'm okay being collected La la, 'cause then he'll tell me everything La la la, just don't ask about his mother Just don't ask to go to Brooklyn La la, don't say a word about that ring I kind of thought that ring might be for me Something old, something new Something bothered blue But he acts like it has powers Like a ring to rule them all Like a ring straight out of Wagner Like a ring to make you fly So I thought: La la la, maybe you can be his sidekick La la la, maybe that would make him stay La la la, am I just another story That black girlfriend in Berkeley Like that black best friend on Dean Street Another song that you can play After you've finally run away [RACHEL] California dreamin'   California   When the Berkeley dream is done You can run Run Run away [ABBY]   Do you want to fly away?   I would fly with you, Dylan       Who's that ring for, Dylan? [ABBY] You keep telling all these stories How your mother just abandoned you And ran away to Berkeley And she left you all these records And that's how you knew about Junior That amazing lost soul singer Who's apparently not lost 'Cause he lives next door to your father Who you never go to visit 'Cause you ran away to Berkeley Where you picked up this great girlfriend Was there anything else you neglected When you seduced me with that music? La la la, all those sad soul singers With those songs that are authentic Did you tell me anything authentic? Anything at all? You just said La la la la, I don't go back La la la la, I don't go back [RACHEL] Don't look back [ABBY] Go back [RACHEL] Don't look back [ABBY] Go back [RACHEL] Don't look back [MAN WITH BABY BJORN] Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief Big man, little man, who ya gonna be Will you ever sing your song to-- [ABRAHAM] Burnt umber Sparkling pearl Antique silver Brass pearl Royal gold Fluorescent purple [ABBY] La la, all those forgotten singers Whose lives "don't really matter" You said: "Those people's lives don't matter Only the songs really matter." Those songs that are "authentic" Because they sing their pain