Elisa Peimer

Bobby Hollywood

04:03
Elisa Peimer
2016
Elisa Peimer

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