クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
LCD Soundsystem
Performer
James Murphy
Vocals
Al Doyle
Guitar
Pat Mahoney
Drums
Nancy Whang
Background Vocals
Tyler Pope
Synthesizer
Gavin Russom
Synthesizer
Matthew Thornley
Synthesizer
Korey Richey
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Al Doyle
Composer
James Murphy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Murphy
Producer
Korey Richey
Recording Engineer
Beatriz Artola
Recording Engineer
Gosha Usov
Assistant Engineer
Chocolate "Sparkle Bear" Bob Weston
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Yeah, everybody's singin' the same song
It goes tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
And then I realized these artists thought so much about dying
[Verse 2]
But truth be told, we all have the same end
Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
But I'm tellin' you this is the best news you're gettin' all week
[Verse 3]
As sure it's rulin' the airways
Oh, it remains the airwaves
And we're frankly thankful for this market psychology you're hippin' us to
[Verse 4]
Yeah, all the hits are sayin' the same thing
There's only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
Man, life is finite
But, shit, it feels like forever, it feels like forever
[Verse 5]
Is everybody feeling the same stuff?
We're all wild
Except for you
And you know who you are, this is a love song
[Verse 6]
And you're getting older
I promise you this, you're getting older
And there's improvements unless you're such a winner
But the future's a nightmare
And there's nothing I can do, there's nothing anyone can do about this
[Verse 7]
And, oh, oh, I'm offering you this chance to get even
I'm, oh, oh, you know very well the dialect of negation
Your enemies haunt you with spite and derision
But your friends are the ones who can put you in exile
But that's not right
[Verse 8]
Are you too sharp to be used?
Are you too sharp from being used?
By these bullying children of the fabulous
Raffling off limited edition shoes
[Verse 9]
And what did you do again?
Oh, I'm a reminder, the hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
Sent to carry the, carry the sick filth
With my own late-era, sad, 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
[Verse 10]
And luck is always better than skill at things
We're flying blind
Oh, good, gracious! I sorta sound like my mom
[Verse 11]
But out of the little rooms and onto the streets
You've lost your internet and we've lost our memories
We had a paper trail which led to our secrets
Now embarrassing pictures have just all been deleted
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
Till versions and versions of others repeating
Come laughing at everything you thought was important
While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
[Verse 12]
And beautiful people know better than you
That cost in the long run, but they can't play the short game
And terrible people know better than you
They use and abuse oh, the once-so-dear listener
[Verse 13]
So you will be badgered and taunted and told that
You're missing some party that you'll never get over
You hate the idea that you're wasting your youth
That you stood on the background, oh, until you got older
But that's all lies, that's all lies
That's all lies, that's all lies
Written by: Al Doyle, James Murphy

