Scowling Crackhead Ian - 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 the 80's

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…