作词 : Jeffrey Lewis

作曲 : Jeffrey Lewis

Scowling crackhead Ian

I can't forget your face

You were a foul human being

Way back on St. Mark's Place

A white thug when we were both poor

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 feared for my next

Safe streets were few

My nerves grew wrecked near the Second Avenue

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

And now 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 bent-over stroll

All sun burned and grim since ten or twelve years old

I guess yesterday is gone

Faces still intend our souls

An I guess both our mom's places are still on rent control

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 scarier

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 St. Mark's Place

We've lived our poor lives 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 gross hotel

I'm sure you're aware of me here, but oh I can't tell

It seems you never outgrew your little preteen rage

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

I was eavesdropping last year at you laughing to tell

About bashing some dude with a chair till he fell

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

Drifting past by new mornings that it all changed so much

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

But how 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 sunburned pig

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

It's just you and me left I think

How long till you notice?

How long until you shake my hand?

How long until we're old man neighbours?

Last tribesmen 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 great 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...