Fuck Yeah, Julian Casablancas!

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Long Island Blues - Julian Casablancas

I see a drug bust in your eyes

there are bruises on your thighs

I can tell you’re trying to hide

all the darkness in your eyes

you got sawdust on your toes

from that sports bar down the road

you have beer glass in your feet

you say, “kiss me on the cheek.”

some people get paid to talk

some people get paid to listen

some people buy a ticket

and can’t wait for intermission

just like some might love you blindly

some will love you with condition

some will love you like an unloved child

loves family traditions

now she’s tainted by the syringe

try to rhyme a word with orange

I’m a cheap and ugly sinner

to whose soul love is so foreign

so if you’re sideways

and if you wanna go my way

before a meteoric shower

decides the earth should be devoured

whether you’re locked up in the tower

or if you charge them by the hour

in momma’s eyes you were a flower

forget the aftertaste of life got sour

will you finish what you started?

travel the seas you never parted?

remember things you disregarded?

communicate with the departed?

believe in things you thought weren’t founded?

prepare to always be astounded

oh, keep your dreams and visions grounded

it took a while, but then I found it.

no one inspired you in time

so you left your love behind

on a world that can discourage

one who’s young and full of courage

you said you’d start at the bottom

but instead you start at the top

be careful what you wish for

on your lap it just might drop

it’s a lonely life at the bottom

can be lonely too, at the top

make sure your heart is singing

right until the day it stops

they say ‘dream’ but what they mean

is be specific or obscene

it’s time to find some time to fail

at what makes you most happy

sometimes you concentrate on lovers 

to forget everything else

sometimes you hate each other

to forget you hate yourself

so if you’re sideways

and if you wanna go my ways

before a meteoric shower

decides the earth should be devoured

whether you’re locked up in the tower

or if you charge them by the hour

to me you’ll always be a flower 

forget the aftertaste of life got sour

will you finish what you started

before you celebrate with a cigar lit?

remember things you disregarded?

communicate with the departed?

prepare to always be astounded

believe in things you thought weren’t founded

don’t keep those dreams and visions grounded

it took a while, but then I found it.