Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twenty-Three, artist - MC Lars. Album song This Gigantic Robot Kills, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 23.02.2009
Record label: Horris
Song language: English
Twenty-Three |
| I don’t sleep, because sleep is the cousin of death |
| Down the hall, there’s a kid that I know |
| He’s kind of quirky so I say hello |
| He’s so sarcastic but he’s always right |
| Working on those problem sets late into the night |
| Mad magazines sit piled by his bed |
| A million brilliant thoughts going all through his head |
| We bike to class in the autumn rain |
| He tells me that he’s fine but I know he’s in pain |
| Pat I miss you dude it’s so hard to say goodbye |
| In Europe last winter you were tired of the lie |
| Monoxide in the bathroom but the door was locked |
| We were always there for you, you could have called and talked |
| I felt guilty and alone and so sick when I discovered |
| You did it in Berlin, you’d just talked to your mother |
| I guess it was too much, depression disillusion |
| Maybe suicide’s an answer, but it wasn’t the solution |
| And I wish that you hadn’t done it |
| Could have won it and moved on from it |
| And we could have grown old together |
| But instead you’ll always be 23… 23 |
| We sat together one night on El Camino |
| On the bench by the bus stop hiding from El Nino |
| You told me your secret I just sat there in shock |
| You couldn’t tell your parents, you couldn’t break that lock |
| Cognitive dissonance, trapped in your shell |
| Depression and regression made your life a living hell |
| The pain was too intense, the fence too strong to break |
| So you went to Germany, it was too much to take |
| You came back broken hearted distracted by the dream |
| The worlds collided now, college wasn’t what it seemed |
| You went to back to Berlin to find yourself once more |
| They broke down the door and found you lying on the floor |
| I took the Amtrak up the coast, your mom met me at the station |
| I went to see your house and photos of your graduation |
| We drove to your grave, no tombstone where you lay |
| Your freshmen yearbook’s by your bed and your room’s in disarray |
| And I wish that you hadn’t done it |
| Could have won it and moved on from it |
| And we could have grown old together |
| But instead you’ll always be 23… 23 |
| (vocal samples recorded spring 2003) |
| Lars: Ladies and gentlemen, I want you to meet a good friend of mine |
| This is Patrick Wood! |
| Pat: What’s up Lars? |
| Lars: What’s up Pat? |
| Pat: How you doing man? |
| Lars: Good. |
| What do you think of me having my recording equipment |
| Take up three quarters of our small room in the Kimball dorm? |
| Pat: It’s no problem man, I love you |
| Lars: I love you too Pat |
| Pat: Thanks Lars |
| Lars: Pat Wood! |
| Hey that’s you |
| Pat: (Sarcastic laughter) |
| And I wish that you hadn’t done it |
| Could have won it and moved on from it |
| And we could have grown old together |
| But instead you’ll always be 23… 23 |
| Suicide sucks |