LCD Soundsystem Christmas Will Break Your Heart

Christmas will break your heart

If your world is feeling small

There’s no one on the phone

You feel close enough to call

Christmas will crush your soul

Like that laid back rock ‘n’ roll

But your body’s getting old

It’s much too tired to be so bold

Christmas can wreck your head

Like some listless awkward sex

So you refuse to leave your bed

Get depressed when no one checks

Christmas will break your heart

Like the armies of the unrelenting dark

Once the peace talks fall apart

But still I’m coming home to you

Christmas will shove you down

So just lay back in the snow

That quiet wind won’t wake

What inside you has grown cold

Christmas will drown your love

Like a storm down from above

On your fading memories of a normal life

Oh while I thought to make you mine

Believing in the line

That your heart would melt with time

And though you’re out with them again

Your thick and fickle friends

They might replace the love that ends

But still I’m coming home to you

To you

To you

To you

Yes you

To you

To you

To you

What if you’re done?

What if you don’t want it anymore?

So what if they’re gone?

So what if they don’t love you anymore?

I’m coming home

Can you see me?

Can you still see me?

Hey mama, take my hand!

LCD Soundsystem Live Alone

I wanna live alone

Because the greatest love is always ruined by the bickering

The argument of living

I wanna live alone

I could be happy on my own

Spend test of my life

With the vaguest of feeling

I…

Wherever you are

Whoever is there

You’ll know that I’ll be here

I’ll be here

Wishing I could be there

Wherever you are

Whoever is there

You’ll know that I’ll be here

I’ll be here

Wishing I could be there

So I’m gonna live alone

I’m not saying that our love is the greatest

But I’m in love with you

Wanna stay in love with you

So I’m gonna live alone

Yeah, I’ll be happy on my own

For the rest of a life

With the vaguest of feeling

I…

Wherever you are

Whoever is there

You’ll know that I’ll be here

I’ll be here

Wishing I could be there

In New York City

When I get in the taxi

I said, “man” to driver

He said, “man,”

“Oh, I can imagine having drink with that guy”

He’s alright

Oh, he’s alright

He’s alright

Yeah, he’s alright

He’s alright

Wherever you are

Whoever is there

You know that I’ll be here

I’ll be here

Wishing I could be there

Wherever you are

Whoever is there

You know that I’ll be here

Wishing I could be there

I want to live alone

So I’ll never be alone

[repeated]

LCD Soundsystem Losing My Edge

Yeah, I’m losing my edge.

I’m losing my edge.

The kids are coming up from behind.

I’m losing my edge.

I’m losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.

But I was there.

I was there in 1968.

I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.

I’m losing my edge.

I’m losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.

I’m losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.

I’m losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.

I’m losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.

But I’m losing my edge.

I’m losing my edge, but I was there.

I was there.

But I was there.

I’m losing my edge.

I’m losing my edge.

I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.

But I was there.

I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City.

I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.

I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.

I told him, “Don’t do it that way. You’ll never make a dime.”

I was there.

I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids.

I played it at CBGB’s.

Everybody thought I was crazy.

We all know.

I was there.

I was there.

I’ve never been wrong.

I used to work in the record store.

I had everything before anyone.

I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.

I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.

I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.

But I’m losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.

And they’re actually really, really nice.

I’m losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.

Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits.

All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit – 1985, ’86, ’87.

I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good ’60s cut and another box set from the ’70s.

I hear you’re buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.

I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra,

Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra,

Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,

Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force (“just hit me”!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.

You don’t know what you really want. [x15]

LCD Soundsystem Time To Get Away

Its time to get away, its time to get away from you

Its time to get away, its time to get away from you

You brought a lot of money

But me, I got a tiny tummy

And you, you make me sleep

I try and try

But you’re under my knee

And I start to be sensible (if you know what I mean)

And so its time to get away, Its time to get away from you

I’m dying to get away, I’m dying to get away

Next time we’ll talk it over

And we can start again

For you, I caught a lot of static

And me, I would like it automatic

Ah-what what what what what did you think would happen next?

Ah-what what what what what could it ever be?

Though its time to get away, its time to get away from you

I’m dying to get away, I’m dying to get away

Next time let’s talk about it

And maybe start again

To think I used to pity you

To think I used to pity you, it’s true

To think I used to pity you

To think I used to talk to you, it’s true

Next time we can talk about it

Or even start again

I couldn’t tell you what you wanted

(You know what I’m saying?) I knew you were low man,

But the truth is I was shocked

(Of) power eyes, eyes never lie

Kids, Kids never lie.

LCD Soundsystem I Used To

I used to dance alone of my own volition

I used to wait all night for the rock transmissions

So where’d you go

You led me far away

And let me go

Let me go

I used to see your hands in their weird positions

Used to like your head when you’d watch musicians

You said we’d know

Yeah we’d know

But that’s all wrong

That’s all gone

You made me throw my hands at my own traditions

And then you’d have a laugh at my inhibitions

Oh sure, we’re talking tough

Yeah, we’re talking tough

Yeah, we’re talking tough

Put on Suburban Lawns

In prone positions

Here we go

You led me far away

And let me go

I never fall away

Here we go

Yeah we know

But that’s all wrong

That’s all wrong

I’m still trying to wake up

I’m still trying to wake up

I’m still trying to wake up

I’m so tired to wake up

I’m still trying to wake up

I’m still trying to wake up

I’m still trying to wake up

I’m so tired to wake up

LCD Soundsystem Oh You

Oh you

How can I regret?

How can I regret what you do?

You know the blame is on you

You won’t leave me alone

Though it’s the right thing

How can I forget what you put me through?

Sometimes I can’t believe it’s true

And now we’re through

But you think we’re cool

And this is my big difference with you

I think I’m ashamed

The way I feel

I know I’m ashamed

I feel like a shock

I want to forget

I want to forget

I get what I get

These Christmas blues

And that’s the truth

But they come in, they come in

LCD Soundsystem Bye Bye Bayou

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

Here I am

I’m your Brooklyn baby

With a premonition

Walking Cajun queen unknowing

Walking Cajun queen unknowing

Evil comes ah-flying

Flying so, so low

Sky is turning poison

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Helicopters are coming

Helicopters are coming

To take me far away

Two-fingered Gypsy king

Has a golden, wounded knee

Walking Cajun queen unknowing

Walking Cajun queen unknowing

Going to be a hero

I have my body in a sack with me

Bye bye Bayou

Bye bye Bayou

Bye bye Bayou

Bye bye Bayou

Bye bye Bayou

Bye bye Delta blues

Bye bye Delta blues

Oh, lucky baby

Oh, lucky baby

Providence is coming

Ace of spades by his side

Ooh, ace of spades by his side

Here I am

Here I am

Helicopters flying

A long way down south

To a secret mission town

In the U.S.A

In the U.S.A

Walking Cajun queen unknowing

About the blue light squadron

About the blue light squadron

Here as a witness

I never had a chance

Cartoon creeps are playing

Playing dirty games

Sending me to home

In a one way ticket bodysack

Just like Jimmy always said

An unknown hero

Bye bye Bayou

Bye bye Bayou

Bye bye Bayou

Bye bye Bayou

Bye bye Delta blues

Bye bye Delta blues

Bye bye Gypsy baby

Bye bye Gypsy baby

Rattlesnake

Rattlesnake

Rattlesnake

Rattlesnake

Rattlesnake

Rattlesnake

LCD Soundsystem All I Want

Wait for the day you come home from the lonely part

And look for the girl who has put up with all of your shit

You never have needed anyone for so long

You learn in your bed you’ve been gone for too long

To put in the time, but it’s too late to make it strong

Now all I want is your pity

Or all I want is your bitter tears

Yeah, all I want is your pity

Or at least all I want are your bitter tears

All I want is your pity

Or all I want are your bitter tears

Yeah, all I want is your pity

Or all I want are your bitter tears

Wake with a start

And the dog and the girl are gone

So you pack up your things

And head into the lame unknown

You never had needed anything for so long

And now all I want is your pity

And all I want are your bitter tears

Now all I want is your pity

And all I want are your bitter tears

From now on, I’m someone different

Cuz it’s no fun to be predictably lame

From now on, let’s do it different

Cuz I just want what I want

Take me home

Take me home

Take me home

Take me home

LCD Soundsystem One Touch

I don’t think that we will be pleased with this

We have waited for a long time

I recall the promises made to us

We’ve been patient for a long time

One touch is never enough

You gave the opening, opening

One touch is never enough

People who need people, to the back of the bus

I don’t see how we could be pleased with this

We’ve been waiting for a long time

I recall the promises made to us

We’ve been patient such a long time

No one is dangerous

We are not dangerous

Unless we get a closer view

One touch is never enough

People need to move to the back of the bus

One touch is never enough

Complicated people never do what you’re told to

One touch is never enough

People will need this in the back of the bus

One touch is never enough

People who need people are just people who need people

One touch is never enough

One touch is never enough

One touch is never enough

People who need people are just people who need people

I don’t think that we will be pleased with this

We have waited such a long time

There’s no way that we can be pleased with this

We’ve been waiting such a long time

We’ve been waiting such a long time

We’ve been waiting such a long time

This is getting sort of unreasonable

But we’ve been waiting a very long time

One touch is never enough

One touch is never enough

One touch is never enough

One touch is never enough

One touch is never enough

One touch is never enough

One touch is never enough

People who need people, to the back of the bus

No one is dangerous

No one is dangerous

Until we get a closer view

LCD Soundsystem Beat Connection

A beats on repeat beating on me

From every car in the street

It’s constant repeat on repeat

Of you paranoid heartbreaking beats

On repeat

It’s a fine song on repeat beating on me

With your favorite bed that helps you sleep

And hear comes the news stylish creep

From ever car in the street

On repeat

On repeat

Uh huh

Uh oh

Oh yeah

On repeat

Don’t care about any words

What’s it really worth

Because they can tell everybody else

What to really want

Then your fucked so

Act like it’s for yourself

For insides out

And they

Go and tell everybody else

That we’re really great

Just people

Your friends eyes are entranced

Your friends eyes are entranced

They know that it’s us

Well life is a compromise

But your beats are half-assed

Streak is beating on me

I love drinking

Weed is helping me sleep

I wish I could complain more

About the rich

But then

All the children

Would learn the streets

Come to every show

Knowing whats there

I wish I could complain more

About the rich

But then

All the children

Would fail at school

Come to every show

Drugged and …

I wish I could complain more

About the rich

But then

All the children

Would learn the streets

Repeats of beats

On your radio

On your radio

On your radio

On your radio

Beats on repeat

Beating on me

Beats on repeat

Beating on me