Jeffrey Lewis – Scowling Crackhead Ian (2015) | Track profile | Dork

Jeffrey Lewis – Scowling Crackhead Ian (2015) | Track profile | Dork

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Scowling Crackhead Ian

Scowling crackhead Ian
I can't forget your face
You were a foul human being
way back on saint marks place
A white thug when we were both pour
A life struggling for one quarter more
In sixth grade that's what you'd mug me for
A switch blade pressed up to my jugular
So I feard for my next
Save streats were few
My nerves grew recked near the second avenue
I soon learned how to steer clear of a crook or a crew
And know I'm still here
And look so are you
Forever you've been crackhead Ian
It was your kid nickname if we spoke it
You were an insane human being
Whether you ever did or didn't really smoke it
I'd know that tall thin brand overstroll
All sun burned and grimm since ten or twelve years old
I guess yesterday is gone
Faces still intend our souls
An I guess both our mom's places're still on rent controll
I was that wick, small, sad, sag, punier guy
You was as big, tall and bad back in junior high
No sight of someone's face has ever been scarrier
You'd come chase me from street fighter one or space harrier
Hello again, crackhead Ian
I still can't forget your foul face
My fellow human being
I know we're both still planted on saint-marks place
We've lived our pour lifes in close parallel
Within this four or five blocks we both know so well
You must have grew up near the former theater or old groce hotel
I'm sure you're aware of me here
But oh I can't tell
It seems you never outgrew your little greedy enrage
I still see you look so mean though now we are middle-aged
I was used dropping last year at you loughing to tell
About bashing some dude with a chair till he fell
I slipped fast by you talking fear in our eyes would touch
Drifting past by new mornings that it all changed so much
I've never known your live story sure it's rotten and though
But hoe long before these roles for us have gotten old enough
You must've had it so rough kid
Well I wonder
Forged by a tiny portion of love or fortune
Goes lightning or goes thunder
You're a bad one crackhead Ian
A sad son and sun burned big
But of all the best kids seen downtown in our pre-team
It's just you and me left I think
How long till you notice
How long untill you shake my hand
How long untill we're old man-neighbours
Last tribe's man of the vanished plant
We never even did exchange names
You were an evil kid from the 80's
When we played these arcade games
That made life grate in the 80's
Me and Ian
Me and Ian
Ryding into the night of an east-village dream with these games in the street and the head and...

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