Elisa Peimer - Bobby Hollywood lyrics

At the Union Square Greenmarket Where the farmers sell their wares From some fine organic sausage To those purple heirloom pears There a man with a dark story A long time citizen of this town Told me that's the place it happened They shot Bobby Hollywood down I was buying Brooklyn pickles Made by a hipster out in Queens Surrounded by my neighbors In their hundred dollar jeans But the man that caught my eye Was the one who didn't care About the cooking demonstration Cause Bobby Hollywood died right there There was this whole big world Before the world we see today And another world before that as the decades slip away And I may be buying produce by Gandhi's weary stride But where the tourists gawk and millions walk, a man lay down and died They added up my purchase Of my burdock and my ramps And I put it my Trader Joes Organic cotton bag And I turned to hear the story Of a man no longer there Whose unfortunate demise it's said Occurred in Union Square There was this whole big world Before the world we see today And another world before that as the decades slip away And I may be buying produce by Gandhi's weary stride But where the tourists gawk and millions walk, a man lay down and died But the teller of the story Seemed to vanish in the crowd Lost in trucker hats and strollers Of the financially endowed Like a ghost from somewhere far beyond These perfect packaged lives To remind us of another time Just a trace of which survives There was this whole big world Before the world we see today And another world before that as the decades slip away And I may be buying produce by Gandhi's weary stride But where the tourists gawk and millions walk, a man lay down and died