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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