Lyrics: Interpol - NYC
I would say this one is self-evident, but parts of it still confuse me as to their current appeal. Regardless, I’ve had this song on repeat for the past couple days. Lyrics aside, the guitars put me in a pleasant, pensive trance. So with my NYC trip coming up and lots going through my head, Paul Banks and company seem the perfect soundtrack.
I had seven faces
Thought I knew which one to wear
But I’m sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
And the pavements they are a mess
I know you’ve supported me for a long time
Somehow I’m not impressed
