Story Behind The Song
A trip to madrid a few years back to see a soon to be ex-girlfriend
Song Description
Drug addicts, the street and Joe.
It's an endless array, the powder kegs of rage.
As backpackers say, "This is not Honky-Town."
| Song Length |
5:10 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Rock - Psychedelic |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Mood |
Poignant, Cool |
| Subject |
City, Drugs |
Similar Artists |
The Beach Boys, Wilco |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The characters, the maniacs
grease in the hair
stinging, cutting me bare
Give in, giving in
Cobblestones Spanish streets
the park alight with the common drug fiends
like me, just like me
And oh I'm in the shadows
here I am
And oh I'm in the shadows
here I am
The dirty sinks I'm sinking into
to chronic, to chronic, to chronic
in Madrid
The raging clubs, the nighttime scene,
the same meat market plasticity again and again
One night, tired and drunk and crazy
another heart broken, another head case and...
oh I'm in the shadows
here I am
Cause they call it failure, they call it something crazy
when you crack that minute, if luck serves you right and
80 is your death cry, then and only then can you forget it
then and only then can you forget it....
why crack another head, lets live comically instead today in
Madrid....
Cause they call it failure, they call it something crazy
when you crack that minute, if luck serves you right and
80 is your death cry, then and only then can you forget it
then and only then can you forget it....
I'm still falling over in Madrid
When everything is wrong....
I'm still falling over in Madrid
When everything is wrong....