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Taxi Cab
Vampire Weekend Lyrics
Unsentimental, traveling around
Sure of myself, sure of it now
But you were standing there so close to me
Like the future was supposed to be
In the aisles of the grocery
And the blocks uptown
I remember, remember it well
But if I'd forgotten, could you tell?
In the shadow of your first attack
I was questioning and looking back
You said, "Baby, we don't speak of that"
Like a real aristocrat
Compound to compound, lazy and safe
Wanted to leave it, wanted to wait
When the taxi door was open wide
I pretended I was horrified
By the uniform and gloves outside
Of the courtyard gate
You're not a victim, but neither am I
Nostalgic for garbage, desperate for time
I could blame it on your mother's hair
Or the colors that your father wears
But I know that I was never fair
You were always fine
Unsentimental, traveling around
Sure of myself, sure of it now
You were standing there so close to me
Like the future was supposed to be
In the aisles of the grocery
And the blocks uptown
I remember, remember it well
And if I'd forgotten, could you tell?
In the shadow of your first attack
I was questioning and looking back
You were standing on another track
Like a real aristocrat
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Ezra Koenig, Rostam Batmanglij
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Troi Aaliyah
Unsentimental,
Traveling around,
Sure of myself,
Sure of it now,
You were standing so close to me,
Like the future was supposed to be,
In the aisles of the grocery,
In the blocks uptown,
I remember,
Remember well,
But if I'd forgotten,
Could you tell,
In the shadow of your first attack,
I was questioning and looking back,
You said, "Baby, we don't speak of that."
Like a real aristocrat.
Compound to compound,
Lazy and safe,
Wanted to leave it
Wanted to wait
When the taxi door was open wide,
I pretended I was horrified,
By the uniform and gloves outside
Of the courtyard gate,
You're not a victim,
But neither am I,
Nostalgic for garbage,
Desperate for time,
I could blame it on your mother's hair
Or the colors that your father wears,
But I know that I was never fair,
You were always fine,
Unsentimental,
Traveling around,
Sure of myself,
Sure of it now,
You were standing so close to me,
Like the future was supposed to be,
In the aisles of the grocery,
In the blocks uptown,
I remember,
Remember it well,
And if I'd forgotten,
Could you tell,
In the shadow of your first attack,
I was questioning and looking back,
You were standing on another track,
Like a real aristocrat,
M L
"Nostalgic for garbage, desperate for time." This line always hits home.
Theuglyhairmonster2
A line for everyone over 40 in the UK, they want everything to go back to the trash heap it was in the 70's and 80's because it was their youth.
Seth Rider
@hkaarsenal to me it means wasting to much time thinking about things that don't matter anymore. Getting stuck in the past then realizing you've wasted a large part of your life on something that didn't deserve it.
hkaarsenal
What is your take on the meaning?
Jordan Sullivan
Someone wrote this on the wall of a bathroom at my house years ago, and it always stuck with me.
NKLSNK
a knife in my heart
Elizabeth Davies
Add this to the list of "songs my mother played while she was cooking dinner and I was doing my math homework at the kitchen table." The playlist of my early childhood.
Maria Daly
Omg I'm so old....IM THAT MOTHER NOW! 😂
T!
Oh my god same. My mom always played horchata in the car and now when ever I hear it I get transported back to like 4th grade
Elizabeth Davies
@Seth Rider she's the dopest mom around