Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LCD Soundsystem
LCD Soundsystem
Performer
James Murphy
James Murphy
Vocals
Al Doyle
Al Doyle
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Murphy
James Murphy
Composer
Al Doyle
Al Doyle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Murphy
James Murphy
Producer
Al Doyle
Al Doyle
Assistant Engineer
Korey Richey
Korey Richey
Recording Engineer
Matt Shaw
Matt Shaw
Assistant Engineer
David Jones
David Jones
Assistant Engineer
Bob Weston
Bob Weston
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Everybody's singing the same song It goes: tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight I never realized these artists thought so much about dying But truth be told we all have the same end Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry But I'm telling you This is the best news you're getting all week Oh sure it's ruling the airwaves What remains of the airwaves And we're frankly thankful for the market psychology you're hipping us to And all the hits are saying the same thing There's only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight And life is finite But shit, it feels like forever It feels like forever Oh, is everybody feeling the same stuff? We're all wild Except for you And you know who you are This is a love song And you're getting older I promise you this, you're getting older And there's improvements unless You're such a winner That the future's a nightmare And there's nothing I can do Nothing anyone can do about this And oh oh, I'm offering you a chance to get even But oh oh, you know very well the dialect of negation Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile But that's not right And you're too sharp to be used Or you're too shocked from being used By these bullying children of the fabulous Raffling off limited edition shoes And what's it you do again? Oh, I'm a reminder The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition Set to parry the cocksure of men's sick filth With my own late era middle-aged ramblings Every lover favors the same things It's all: touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me tonight We maybe realize what it is we need before we die And luck is always better than skill at things We're flying blind Oh good gracious I sound like my mom But out of the little rooms and onto the streets You've lost your internet and we've lost our memory We had a paper trail that led to our secrets But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones 'Till versions of versions of others repeating Come laughing at everything we thought was important While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from And reasonable people know better than you That cost in the long run but they don't know the short game And terrible people know better than you They're used and abused of the once so dear listener So you will be badgered and taunted and told that You're missing a party that you'll never get over You hate the idea that you're wasting your youth That you stood in the background, oh, until you got older But that's all lies That's all lies It's gonna have to be good enough I can't do this anymore, my brain won't work
Writer(s): Al Doyle, James Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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