LCD Soundsystem debut new song ‘Tonite’ & video
After the somewhat disconcerting artwork, we were approaching LCD Soundsystem’s new album with some trepidation but new song ‘Tonite’ is an absolute banger, a song that takes its cue from label mate Shit Robot’s synth charge with James Murphy in fine rambling form, or “with my own late era middle-aged ramblings” or alternatively, “The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition.”
American Dream is out September 1. ‘Tonite’ is on the Nialler9 New Music Playlist.
Here’s ‘Call The Police’ and ‘American Dream’.
In anticipation for what will hopefully be a very good album, Lumo Club’s second room on August 26th will host an LCD Appreciation party by Distortion featuring Music from LCD, DFA and NYC.
Tonite lyrics
Everybody’s singing the same song
It goes “tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight”
I never realized these artists thought so much about dying
But truth be told we all have the same end
Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
But I’m telling you
This is the best news you’re getting all week
Oh sure it’s ruined the airwaves
What remains of the airwaves
And we’re frankly thankful for the market psychology you’re hipping us to
And all the hits are saying the same thing
There’s only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
And life is finite
But shit it feels like forever
It feels like forever
Is everybody feeling the same stuff
We’re all wild
Except for you
And you know who you are
This is a love song
You’re getting older
I promise you this; you’re getting older
And there’s improvements unless
You’re such a winner
That the future’s a nightmare
And there’s nothing I can do
Nothing anyone can do about this
And oh, I’m offering you a chance to get even
But oh, you know very well the dialect of negation
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
But that’s not right
And you’re too shocked to be used
Or you’re too shocked from being used
By these bullying children of the fabulous
Raffling off limited edition shoes
And what’s it you do again?
Oh I’m a reminder
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
Set to parry the cocksure of men’s sick filth
With my own late era middle-aged ramblings
I said every lover favors the same things
It’s all touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me tonight
We maybe realize what it is we need before we die
And luck is always better than skill at things
We’re flying blind
Oh good gracious
I sound like my mom
But out of the little rooms and on to the streets
You’ve lost your internet and we’ve lost our memories
We had a paper trail that led to our secrets
But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
‘Till versions of versions of others repeating
Come laughing at everything you thought was important
While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
And reasonable people know better than you
That cost in the long run but they don’t know the short game
And terrible people know better than you
They’re used and abused of the once so dear listener
So you will be badgered and taunted until death
You’re missing a party that you’ll never get over
You hate the idea that you’re wasting your youth
That you stood in the background oh until you got older
But that’s all lies
That’s all lies
