Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nostromo, artist - Joelistics. Album song Blue Volume, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Joel Ma
Song language: English
Nostromo |
You taught me that anger could be useful |
You taught me that pain was never my fault |
The streets are empty as shit |
And we just ride them like ghosts |
In the place where we live |
We’ve got no where to go |
Pushbikes on the road |
We take flight with the crows |
The night sky above and tarmac below us |
The city lights are majestic off in the distance |
Over the roof tops we float |
Above the dreams of a suburban night |
We snuck out while my parents slept |
Take a ride and we |
We ride our bikes to the bay |
Take a walk of the wharf |
Sit on the edge and light a ciggie like a torch |
You turn and you talk to me, I’m looking away |
I’m listening to every single thing that you say |
You say «The future’s bright man, tomorrow is ours |
And there will come a day soon where we leave this town» |
The clouds they start to gather and we get up and leave |
And we’re home before the dawn even touches the trees |
I’m saying |
It’s more than with your own life you are playing |
And I understand you |
My friend, I’ve fucked up too |
But I’m just saying, I’m just saying |
We always said that these suburbs were like cemetery |
You always said you’d escape that’s what you said to me |
You got away, not in the way that you thought |
Now I’m walking down old tracks and I’m looking for yours |
And in the middle of similar looking scenes |
As I step off from the gutter and gather the things I need |
Midnight light makes the night life look lifelike |
The antennas and tennis courts, this town is menopause |
And yeah I know my way around, and I could play it down |
The streets are like the back of my hand |
And memories abound but now it’s different |
I’m different, the difference is that I visit |
I don’t stick around, I don’t even miss it |
I get a vision of a version of my highschool days |
Most weekends you would spend at my place |
Your face is in these streets and it haunts me now |
That’s why I struggle when I head homebound |
You always had your own rhythm |
To keep the comedy coming |
You were as close as a brother man |
I think of you often |
How you talked with a passion |
How you rationed you cash |
You stood six foot tall above the rats |
You had a habit of thinking you were the |
Smartest motherfucker in the room |
And it was generally true |
On the real you were a hero |
A friend of the highest order |
A companion when the girls that we chased |
Were all we thought of |
Whoever you are, wherever you’re from |
We all get given time then it’s time to move on |
One day you’re in the midst of it |
The next you are gone |
And if you think it’s different to that you’re wrong |
Life’s an addiction, we’re all in the nod |
And it’s a beautiful dream so dreamer dream on |
Breathe in, remember everything from the start |
The end is the beginning, the beginning is past |
First thing I noticed was just how thin you’d got |
Hot the powerful mind that you once held was lost |
And in the little corridor out of the corner of my eyes |
I saw your eyes close, the tired lines on your face grew |