Video Harlem Roulette de The Mountain Goats 2025 Alternativo Lyrics

The Mountain Goats - Harlem Roulette Lyrics

Unknown engines underneath the city
Steam pushing up in billows through the grates
Frankie lymon's tracking "seabreeze" in a studio in harlem
Its 1968
Just a pair of tunes to hammer out
Everybody's off the clock by 10: 00

The loneliest people in the whole wide world
Are the ones you're never going to see again
Feels so free when I hit the avenue
Nothing like a new york summer night
Every dream's a good dream
Even awful dreams are good dreams
If you're doing it right

Remember soaring higher than a cloud
Get pretty sentimental now and then
The loneliest people in the whole wide world
Are the ones you're never going to see again
And four hours north of portland, a radio flips on
And some no one from the future remembers that you're gone
Armies massing in the dusky distance
Ghosted in the ribbon microphone
Leave a little mark on something, maybe
Take the secret circuit home

Nothing in the shadows but the shadow hands
Reaching out to sad, young, frightened men
The loneliest people in the whole wide world are
The ones you're never going to see again
Yeah, the loneliest people in the whole wide world
Are the ones you're never going to see again