Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sad Screaming Old Man, artist - Jeffrey Lewis.
Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Record label: Rough Trade
Song language: English
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… |