April 2012
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.