This song has been on my mind for weeks. It features such a light and pretty arrangement by Nico Muhly, but the lyrics are starkly gloomy. It's sad because it's so true, eh? Song for all the alienated hipsters who have not found anything real in the big city. I mean, that describes a lot of people who listen to the National. It's scary to think that this also might have described me in a highly probable alternative life.. leaving church, pushing away people, immersing in culture... being alone. But now I have B and I know that it'll never happen to me.
Hear
I know you're a serious lady
Living off a teacup full of cherries
Nobody knows where you are living
Nobody knows where you are
Take a bath and get high through an apple
Wanted to cry but you can't when your laughing
Nobody knows where you are living
Nobody knows where you are
You're so far around the bend
You're so far around the bend
I'll run through a thousand parties
I'll run through a million bars
Nobody knows where you are living
Nobody knows where you are
You've been humming and I think it's forever
Praying for Pavement to get back together
Nobody knows where you are living
Nobody knows where you are
You're so far around the bend
You're so far around the bend
There is no leaving New York
There is no leaving New York
-The National
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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