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The Walkmen
The Walkmen


Background information
Origin New York City/Washington, D.C., United States
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Garage Rock
Surf Rock
Post-punk Revival
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Bella Union
Fat Possum Records
Fierce Panda Records
StarTime International
Record Collection
Gigantic Records
Associated acts Jonathan Fire*Eater
Flashy Python
The Recoys
Website Website
Members
Hamilton Leithauser
Paul Maroon
Walter Martin
Peter Bauer
Matt Barrick



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The Walkmen Album


Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone (03/26/2002)
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They're winning
I know it's not fair, but what is?
I'm giving up hope.
I've stood in line so many times.
How could I do it all again?

They're starting
To run out of steam,
Fall to their knees.

The headaches and worries
And crying and bills to pay,
How could they keep it up so long?


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Out of station through my radio
nothings on
it's like a joke thats told with out its final line
where's it going
where had it round

I know
I'm trying
I'm trying to wake up
wake up

and I tell by you way too far
looking back I had a casing sentimental suns and shade
would they ever spin around
foward
they're trying
they're trying
and so they do

in the call of a new world
as I climb to the next floor
met before
under brighter skies above
above

anyway its fine
we're walking through wind
unfamiliar scenes
we're choking on it
and we're shaking hands with someone we dont know now

wake up
wake up


. . .



Because he knows
Our Romeo,
He can't climb back.
He swings in loopholes.
When he goes through the air
Their vengeance will stretch out.

I made the best of it.
I made the best of it.
I made the best of it.

This velvet rope
Has fell before
In vain.
Clothing crashing the floor.
Insane.
Worse than once thought.

I made the best of it.
I made the best of it.
I made the best of it.

I made the best of it.
I made the best of it


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Anger, anger, treats me hard.
I tell her I say.
I've heard it all before, i've had it up to here.
Such a mess, I am.

You say, somethings wrong.
This Kind of life style doesn't work.
I'm trying something else.
For a change, for a change.
Thats ok, ok, ok.

I've heard it all before, i've had it up to here.
Such a shame, such a shame, such a shame


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Windows close just like my eyelids as I'm sleeping,
Lift the blinds up slowly, let the night in.
We've begun to work things out again.
There's no other way around it.
Windows close just like your ear drum, as I'm saying,
Lets forget those things I did this winter.
We've begun to work things out again,
There's no other way around it


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I've left my friend.
Our train came in on time.
But he never showed up.
But he speaks French; he's fine.
I don't.

Where'd you go?
Where'd you go?
I should have known.
I should have known.
Hey, I'm glad you've finally caught up.
Cause to get around.
Been a drag, on my own.

Hey, where'd you go?
I remember when all our plans were to meet at home.
And where'd you go?
And where'd you go?


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My hands
Come together
And I draw in the breath through my teeth
Your curt shots
Sarcastic remarks
Come so often
They’re never sincere

Darker amusement sets in
That’s the problem
You’re saying something and my eyes
Open wider
And we grin and we stare at the floor
Your jokes missed
Your hands grow to fists
And your lips purse
Expecting the worst
With every word
That’s how it started
That’s the problem
And after we’re done
I can still feel your eyes on my forehead
And after we’re done
I can still feel the pain in my free time


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Well I'm a modern guy I don't care much for the go-go
or the retro image I see so often telling me to
keep trying maybe you'll get here someday
keep up the working, ok
I close the book on them right there

I see myself change as the days change over
I hear the songs and the words don't change
I write them out of the book right there

We've been had, you say it's over
Sometimes I'm just happy I'm older
We've been had I know it's over
Somehow it got easy to laugh out loud

See me age 19 with some dumb haircut from
1960 moving to New York City
live with my friends there we're all taking the same steps
they're foolish now

We've been had you say it's over
Sometimes I'm just happy I'm older
We've been had I know it's over
Somehow it got easy to laugh out loud


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What I need boils
What I need binds
And strangles with regret
But still comes so easily

Where'd you go?
Tonight I woke
To find you gone

The question and
An answer that sounded off
The glance goes abject enough

When she was young
She asked me if
I knew her well
I thought I did
I know better know

What I need boils
What I need binds
And strangles with regret
But still comes so easily

The question and
An answer that sounds...
The glance goes abject, cut off
An answer, cut off




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I know, that your superstitious.
That you follow glamour,
you're so caught up they push you around, and up and down.
Because I see, its easy to be so blind.
When you say remember his face.
It's not so bad I say it cause its true.
That's change of style you're eccentric when you smile.
That's change of style we could catch you but your always changing.

That's the punch line that's the way it should be,
and that's the last time you'll ever hear it from me.
That's the punch line.

How come in all of your fashion.
Magazines and people, they always look so mean
I know, I'm going down.
And I'm rolling over, I'm sick of that cynical kind of humor
Remember this world, its not so bad its coming after you.

That's the punch line that's the way it should be.
And that's the last time you'll ever hear it from me.
That's the punch line.

That's change of style, you're eccentric when you smile.
That's change of style when we laugh its cause we're laughing with you


. . .



Found out
Not just now... no
I just know it's not, your good time.
I'm wrong. Even now, I'm Wrong. Even Now
Even now, ...
I don't care that much right now
I'm a mess. I can't get out.
That's the last thing.
I... I can see for the worst anyway.
This could be time for us.
This could be time for us.

It's been fun, let's leave it at that.
Goodnight, sure it's been a long time.
Let's not push our luck this time.
Let's not push our luck this time.

Goodnight, sure it's been a long time.
That'll be enough for tonight.
Let's not push our luck this time.

I wasted hours. I'll forgive.
The hard luck. I'll accept it.
I hope you won't think of it.
I hope you won't think of it


. . .



I know you won't be thinking of me now, its been years.
But I hope you change your mind when we were introduced
We both laughed cause we've been friends since long before we met
today, but I never thought of you a single day.
But yesterday I remembered driving with no headlights
We would tip toe out in the evening.
Never done such things before, but I have never found once thinking of you since.
I'd be lying if I said your name never came up as
I'd be thinking of just how I'd like to cash my days in now.
And all I ever do is think of yesterday.
Man its hard to stand up straight all of the time.
We tip toe down to my basement.
Never done such things before.
I'd drive you home for goodness sake.
I could barely stand up straight.
Oh there's a memory calling, calling way too loud and way to strong.
Twisting all the bad things into good.
I'm a lucky guy now, but I'll never know until its gone.
Yeah I'll never know it till its gone


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My weekdays
So busy its my schedule
Well giving in my apartments just as full
Those ceilings and white unforgiving walls
And now that’s rigid than the days lined on my calendar
As subways trains they roll
me home late its hard to keep proper intervals of sleep
I like it thou

My weekends
I travel as I visit friends
Sometimes I go out sometimes I stay in
Its too late to change my self
Its only in the humor
In a story I recall
I mimic with my arms as I
Exaggerate a joke
Oh where I go

Its only in this drama
In a story I recall
Exaggerate the plot

I go to
Unhook the vcr
Cable and
The bath of massive tangled grey & black
And turn across to somewhere in the back
I'm leaning over down behind the TV stand a radiated pause
A hissing line and stranded as
Spits among the dust
I give up


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