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