Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sad Screaming Old Man , by - Jeffrey Lewis. Release date: 29.10.2015
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sad Screaming Old Man , by - Jeffrey Lewis. Sad Screaming Old Man |
| I’m used to apartments with walls that are weak |
| Sometimes I hear it all, if my neighbours must speak |
| But the recent apartment and bedroom I got |
| Started out seeming decent more boring than not |
| For two or three years nothing happened at all |
| There was an old man next door, |
| that I would see in the hall |
| He shuffled politely, wears an old suit |
| You know a standard old geezer, A quiet old Coot |
| He used to seem normal but then all at once |
| He started these nocturnal groanings and runts |
| It’s hard to get used to, it gives me the creeps |
| Pretty much every night now he screams when he sleeps |
| Dark night of our souls, |
| Dark night of our heart |
| Dropping down the bottomless hole |
| I just need to get some sleep, |
| I don’t know when I might begin, |
| But I don’t want another minute |
| In this same old story, purgatory |
| Stop the torture, old man and please |
| don’t be myself from the future. |
| If it was a dog bark or a screaming infant |
| I’d probably be fine, back to sleep in an instant |
| Picture me lying there, alone in my bed |
| When this old man just lets out |
| these shrieks near my head |
| And now every night at like three in A.M. |
| I get woken up by this miserable mayem |
| Who’s being dismembered, what the Hell’s wrong |
| I’m feared he will send me insane before long |
| And it makes me afraid, just to be me like I’am |
| It could be my fatal moments screaming old man |
| Tell me what did he do? |
| In his youth, for this torture |
| And what about him |
| Is it true is that he’s me in the future |
| Dark night of our soles |
| Dark night of hearts |
| Dropping down the bottomless hole. |
| I just need to get some sleep |
| I don’t where I might begin |
| But I don’t want another minute |
| In this same old story, Purgatory |
| Stop the torture Old man |
| And please don’t be my myself from the future |
| I’m used to apartments with walls that are weak |
| Sometimes I hear it all, if my neighbours would speak |
| But the recent apartment and bedroom I got |
| Started out seeming decent more boring than not |
| But now it’s like trying to sleep In some Guantanamo cell block |
| Or some hospital hell hole for some horrible shell-shock |
| Or some Medieval dungeon with sadistic conditions |
| Or some pitiful someone is getting whipped while you listen |
| And you know in the dark, when your mind is just spinning |
| You get visions of weird things, there’s no end or beginnings |
| I just thought for a bit and end up screaming some more |
| I’m scared that’s it’s me and I’m the him from before |
| I guess that It’s paranoid, fantasies of drive-by scenario’s |
| That seem dumb in the daylight, but Ponaro gets very told |
| Dark night of our soles |
| Dark night of hearts |
| Dropping down the bottomless hole. |
| I just need to get some sleep |
| I don’t where I might begin |
| But I don’t want another minute |
| In this same old story purgatory |
| Stop the torture Old man |
| And please don’t be my myself from the future |
| Well you know Jeffrey, it’s true what you say |
| I once was like you then I turned out this way |
| I lived my whole life, complaining love wasn’t there |
| It was never enough to sacrifice for a care |
| And I once had a cat and one or two Pals |
| And I would go and hang out sort of that way you do now |
| But now all I can do now, is just scream in the dark |
| There’s the pain inside ninety year empty and heartless |
| If you grow seeking freedom you’re a rose breathing bloom |
| So you know it’s already leading you down the road to this room |
| Though I’d get glory from war and dark and entrenched |
| Then i spent forty years in a park, on a bench |
| And I throw away substantially, hopeless eventually |
| You just permanently shrieking like me, |
| Like you were meant to be |
| I was sent out as a warning, but as an acceptance |
| So accept it |
| It is already written |
| It is already happening |
| It’s already here |
| AAARRrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh… |
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