Infinite Jest

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Come to me now, and lay your hands over me. Even if it’s a lie, say it will be alright, and I shall believe.

Open the door and show me your face tonight. I know it’s true, no-one heals me like you, and you hold the key.

Maybe I love you, maybe I just like the sound. But if you disappear you’ll still hear when my heart hits the ground.

For all we have, what’s holding us back?

They say I’m too young to love you, I don’t know what I need.

They think I don’t understand the freedom land of the seventies.

I think I’m too cool to know you, you say I’m like the ice I freeze,

I’m churning out novels like beat poetry on amphetamines. I say, I say,

Well my girlfriend’s in a band, she plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed.

I’ve got feathers in my hair; I get down to beat poetry.

And my jazz collection’s rare, I can play most anything.

I’m a Brooklyn baby, I’m a Brooklyn baby.

They say I’m too young to love you, they say I’m too dumb to see,

They judge me like a picture book by the colours like they forgot to read.

I think we’re like fire and water, I think we’re like the wind and sea,

You’re burning up I’m cooling down, you’re up I’m down, you’re blind I see.

But I’m free.

Well my girlfriend’s in a band, she plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed.

I’ve got feathers in my hair; I get down to beat poetry.

And my jazz collection’s rare, I can play most anything.

I’m a Brooklyn baby, I’m a Brooklyn baby.

I’m talking about my generation; I’m talking about my newer nation,

And if you don’t like it you can beat it, beat it baby.

You never liked the way I said it, if you don’t get it then forget it,

So I don’t have to fucking explain it.

And my girlfriend’s in a band, she plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed.

I’ve got feathers in my hair; I get high on hydroponic weed.

And my jazz collection’s rare; I get down to beat poetry.

I’m a Brooklyn baby, I’m a Brooklyn baby.

Yeah my girlfriend’s pretty cool, but she’s not as cool as me.