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A tiny picture book about me going to see Interpol on Monday. It’s not obvious from the tone of the review (uh, “review”), but I enjoyed the show, despite standing in a puddle of someone else’s beer, being 5'3’’ on the dancefloor, and the guitars onstage sliding in and out of tune at random moments. I mean, Interpol are an endearingly ridiculous band (“let’s see about this ham”?! “bees and snakes need homes”?! WHAT), so it was all pretty appropriate. Enjoy the read!
P.S. In case Paul Banks ever sees this, which he won’t, I’m sorry for hating on the ‘stache!
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Sometimes I wake up and I’m like, I don’t wanna go play Bright Lights, like it’s perfectly natural for me not to want to. But then as soon as you hear the crowd, even before we get on stage, that changes. It’s like no, I would do it for you five times tonight if you so desire because it’s not for us, we wouldn’t be doing it. It’s for people who wanna come and see it and they don’t need me being an old curmudgeon about it. (x)
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“i should have known when things were going good, that’s when i’d get knocked down.”
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De nuevo mi tristeza se esta manifestando con el mal humor.
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No Friend lyrics
Another brick red room
Another black-top town
Another misspelled band burning their own houses down
Another pinebox tune to fill the cemetery day
Another stay, a touch of orange over purgatory grey
Another thorny field to scatter seed
Another song that runs too long
God knows no one needs more misguided ghosts,
More transparent hands to drop a nickel in our basket
And we’ll do our riot! dance
Beneath another burning sky, behind our painted lips in
Behind our painted lips in scares of catatonic smile covered ankle-bitten ships
So throw your pedestal of stone in the forgetful sea
As protection from the paper thin perfection you project on me
When this repetition ends behind the window shades,
A semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I made
That most unrestful bed, that most original of sins
And you’ll say that’s what I get when I let ambition win
Again I’d hate to let you down
So I’ll let the waters rise and drown my dull reflection in the naive expectation in your eyes
Back in a cast-bit part
Back when I felt most free
I had a butcher’s heart and no one thought they knew me
So before the regiment resumes
Before their dreaded sun appears
My driver’s waiting
So let’s make one point crystal clear:
You see a flood-lit form
I see a shirt design
I’m no savior of yours and you’re no friend of mine
I see myself in the reflection of people’s eyes
Realizing what they see may not be even close to the image I see in myself
And I think I might actually be more afraid
I feel like they know the story
I saw a bear floating in the river and thought it was a fur coat
Twelve years ago, I stood on the shore
Jumped in and grabbed the coat
And the river is rushing toward a waterfall
And my friend stood at the shore and shouted to let go of the coat
And swim back to land
I let go of the coat but the coat won’t let go of me
In any case please let me know if there’s more I can give you
If nothing comes of it, then just know we are grateful.
EDIT: cd booklet lyrics
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