Scowling Crackhead Ian Lyrics - Jeffrey Lewis

Scowling crackhead Ian 

I can't forget your face 

You were a foul human being 

way back on saint marks place 

A white thug when we were both pour 

A life struggling for one quarter more 

In sixth grade that's what you'd mug me for 

A switch blade pressed up to my jugular 

So I feard for my next 

Save streats were few 

My nerves grew recked near the second avenue 

I soon learned how to steer clear of a crook or a crew 

And know I'm still here 

And look so are you 

Forever you've been crackhead Ian 

It was your kid nickname if we spoke it 

You were an insane human being 

Whether you ever did or didn't really smoke it 

I'd know that tall thin brand overstroll 

All sun burned and grimm since ten or twelve years old 

I guess yesterday is gone 

Faces still intend our souls 

An I guess both our mom's places're still on rent controll 

I was that wick,small,sad,sag,punier guy 

You was as big,tall and bad back in junior high 

No sight of someone's face has ever been scarrier 

You'd come chase me from street fighter one or space harrier 

Hello again, crackhead Ian 

I still can't forget your foul face 

My fellow human being 

I know we're both still planted on saint-marks place 

We've lived our pour lifes in close parallel 

Within this four or five blocks we both know so well 

You must have grew up near the former theater or old groce hotel 

I'm sure you're aware of me here 

But oh I can't tell 

It seems you never outgrew your little greedy enrage 

I still see you look so mean though now we are middle-aged 

I was used dropping last year at you loughing to tell 

About bashing some dude with a chair till he fell 

I slipped fast by you talking fear in our eyes would touch 

Drifting past by new mornings that it all changed so much 

I've never known your live story sure it's rotten and though 

But hoe long before these roles for us have gotten old enough 

You must've had it so rough kid 

Well I wonder 

Forged by a tiny portion of love or fortune 

Goes lightning or goes thunder 

You're a bad one crackhead Ian 

A sad son and sun burned big 

But of all the best kids seen downtown in our pre-team 

It's just you and me left I think 

How long till you notice 

How long untill you shake my hand 

How long untill we're old man-neighbours 

Last tribe's man of the vanished plant 

We never even did exchange names 

You were an evil kid from Hades 

When we played these arcade games 

That made life grate in the 80's 

Me and Ian 

Me and Ian 

Ryding into the night of an east-village dream with these games in the street and the head and...