I saved this picture of Ramit’s for last because I just wasn’t sure what to do with it — something angular? Something a bit harder? At the end of the day (or, close to it, at least), I sat down with my acoustic guitar and this song came out almost instantaneously. For those of you familiar with this genre of song, I point you to LCD Soundsystem’s “New York I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down.”
—Lyrics—
they’re banging on the walls like the second coming of john bonham
they’re wailing at the night like they saw the coming of christ jesus
give me a little piece oh just a little bit
i can’t afford to love
i can’t afford to love
i can’t afford to love new york this year
i’m scraping at the bottom of the piggy bank underneath the mattress
we’re tearing through our twenties and our twenties aren’t gonna come back
oh come back baby i need you now
i can’t afford to love
i can’t afford to love
i can’t afford to love new york this year
my friends think i’m crazy
what’s the point of the strife
every time i go out aren’t i afraid for my life?
i think they’re all crazy
what’s the point of a life
spent in a car as it passes you by
