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Listen to The Long Goodbye (Live at Madison Square Garden) by LCD Soundsystem
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LCD Soundsystem
LCD Soundsystem
Performer
Al Doyle
Al Doyle
Bass Guitar
Tyler Pope
Tyler Pope
Bass Guitar
Lizzy Yoder
Lizzy Yoder
Choir
Tiffany Roth
Tiffany Roth
Choir
Gunnar Bjerk
Gunnar Bjerk
Programming
Matthew Thornley
Matthew Thornley
Guitar
Gavin Russom
Gavin Russom
Piano
Pat Mahoney
Pat Mahoney
Synthesizer
Nancy Whang
Nancy Whang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Murphy
James Murphy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Murphy
James Murphy
Producer
Bob Weston
Bob Weston
Mastering Engineer
Gunnar Bjerk
Gunnar Bjerk
Mixing Engineer
Matthew Thornley
Matthew Thornley
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Walking up to me, expecting, walking up to me
Expecting words, it happens every time
Present company, expect it, present company
Except the worst, it happens every night
Ah-ah, present company, excluded every time
Ah-ah, present company, the best that you can find
Talking like a jerk, except you are an actual jerk
And living proof that sometimes friends are mean
Present company, expect it, present company
Expect the worst, it works just like a need
Ah-ah, present company, excluded in every way
Ah-ah, present company, makes you wanna stay
Killing it with close inspection
Killing it can only make it worse
It sort of makes it breed
Present company expect it
Present company just laugh it off
Works just like a need
Ah-ah, present company, excluded in the night
Ah-ah, present company, included in the fight
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Don't you want me to wake up?
So give me just a bit of your time
Arguments are made from make outs
Then give me just a bit of your time
We've got to bring our resources
You go and play it 'til the time comes
Forget your string of divorces
Just go and throw your little hands up
It's late
No
Honey, it's late
No
I miss the way the night comes
With friends who always make it feel good
This basement has a cold glow
Though it's better than a bunch of others
So go and dance yourself clean, ha
Go and dance yourself clean, yeah
We're blowing Marxism to pieces
Your little arguments to pieces, oh
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
Put your little feet down, and find out
Every night's a different story
It's a thirty car pileup with you
Every fucker's getting older
And it's the end of an era, it's true
And you go
Stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop
Break me into bigger pieces
So some of me is home with you
Wait until the weekend
So we can make our bad dreams come true
And it's a go, yeah, it's a go
But if we wait until the weekend
We can miss the best thing to do
Oh
We should try a little harder
In this tedious march of the few
Every fucker's getting younger
And there's a part of me hoping, it's true
Thanks very much
Written by: James Murphy

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