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The Walkmen- Thinking of a Dream I Had[Image]
tonight. tonight is vibrant. we are running, chasing. cigarettes. laughing. drinking. drinking. we drift through the evening. we are falling, falling into the morning. one a.m. two. four. this is new york. the subway runs through our veins. the rats. the rats. the smell of old leather and smoke. the city sucks us in. the buildings reach into the sky with open hands. the lights. the streets weave in and out and in. we are frantic creatures waltzing to the tune of youth. the music rattles through our bones. the squalor, the traffic, the bars, the blood in our mouths. everything moves along the tracks in and out of brooklyn we speed toward tomorrow. these are the sounds of the night. we do not whisper. our exuberance is lusty and full. our vitality is poison eating years off our lives. the a. the c. the d. the f. the 3. doors open and close again. and again. the noise, the people. the press of humanity. the heat. we are alive. this is new york.

i’m waiting on a subway line
i’m waiting for a train to arrive
i’m thinking of a dream i had
i’m thinking of a dream i had

maybe you’re right

we’re gonna have a good time tonight
when you’re coming around
you’ll be sorry for the plans you made
and when you’re coming around
you’ll be sorry for the things you said

don’t lead me on
don’t lead me on
don’t lead me on
don’t
don’t

and when you’re coming around
you’ll be sorry for the things you said
no one
no one speaks to me that way
i’ll be
hanging from the ceiling fan

maybe you’re right

i’m waiting on a subway line
i’m waiting on a train to arrive
i’m thinking of a dream i had
i’m waiting for a train to arrive


-the skinny miracle