closer Youre looking to win it, but not taking it in
Uppers give heart impotence but dont tell you anything.
People are saying, youre losing your feel
Pretend you dont hear
Holed up in white Harlem, your conscience and you
You might need sympathy but thats not what Id tell you
Your winning day was long ago
Dont let it show.
Youre walking on marble, its scorching your feet
Penthouse celebrity, yes
But watch what you eat.
People are saying youre losing your feel
Pretend you dont hear.
Dont come any closer.

citando lester bangs: "I finally started checking out people's record collections, just routinely when I walked in anybody's house pulling out their copy of Searching for the Young Soul Rebels (of course EVERYBODY has it, because it's so hip to have) and sliding it out of the sleeve. Yep. Almost nobody I ever meet has ever much played the damn thing. In fact, nearly all the copies in folks' homes looked virgin, like they got played maybe once, right after they were purchased, maybe then not all the way through, and then filed."  ¶ quinta-feira, janeiro 27, 2005