Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Most Important Thing , by - The Hold Steady. Song from the album Separation Sunday, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 03.05.2005
Record label: Frenchkiss
Song language: English
The Most Important Thing |
| Yeah, and when the band played Sally Cinnamon |
| It felt like 1991 again |
| Didn’t get into them too early in |
| But I still got into them |
| Right now that seems like it’s the most important thing |
| That’s the thing about Gideon |
| And that’s just a little bit about so many things |
| He knows too much about certain things |
| He knows some guys who know some Latin Kings |
| Right now that seems like it’s pretty much the only thing |
| We’re baby birds with broken wings and we sing |
| Yeah, we sing unity songs but the scene’s still splintered |
| We’re stretched thin and we’re stressed at the seams |
| And we dream |
| Yeah we dream like screen, but we’re still out of focus |
| Sure, we know it’s just showbiz |
| It still seems to surprise us |
| When they hook us by the mouth and pull us up |
| And then they try to fry us |
| That’s the thing about Charlemagne |
| He got all washed up in the amber waves of grain |
| Roughed up in the bars and the bluffs |
| Tangled up in the double dutch |
| You know he drank too much, he never really ate enough |
| It was so, so sad, with Charly in a sick bed |
| He looked like hell and smelled like chemicals |
| Maxin' out on medicine and feelin' all invincible |
| ICU in Regions Hospital |
| It felt so cool with Holly at the bus stop |
| Yeah, we could feel it comin' through our arteries |
| We’re runnin' low on energy and nodding off in reverie |
| Faded blues in Memphis, Tennessee |
| The Mississippi River always holds it all together |
| Yeah, we sing unity songs but the scene’s still splintered |
| We’re stretched thin and we’re stressed at the seams and we dream |
| Yeah we dream like screen, but we’re still out of focus |
| Sure, we know it’s just showbiz |
| It still seems to surprise us |
| When they hook us by the mouth and pull us up |
| And then they try to fry us |
| Done a pretty good job of fryin' ourselves, I think |
| As she goes blastin' static — Music from the Big Pink |
| Stumbled into the foyer and pulled the bookshelf over |
| Yeah, we were drowning in the literature |
| Bram Stoker hit your head |
| Ginsburg hit your dick |
| A big black Bible hit your head |
| And that’s how we got born again |