Notícia do dia, por certo do mês, talvez do ano: The Strokes têm um novo álbum — Reality Awaits — com lançamento agendado para 26 de junho. Para já, aí está Going Shopping, canção vinda dos confins do rock'n'roll, aí onde amargura e romantismo se cruzam sem complexos.
Like a tiger, they will chase you down
With words instead of claws
They will seduce you till you reach the point
To let yourself get mauled
The worse reality gets, the less you wanna hear about it
Solidarity can be difficult when you've got cool stuff to lose
I wanna be a 7-foot zombie
The pay is low, but I gotta do something
I'm at the mall and the song is bumping
There goes my future wife in the little red jumpsuit
I'm going away to the country
Don't wander off too far
I'm going out my mind
Throwing all my plans out the window
Don't wanna waste my life
I'll see you on the other side
I've been thinking about what I wanna say
But I'm an old man now, at least that's what they tell me anyway
We've been expanding on our greatness
Building future ruins
We're building castles from the bones of dead trees
Molded from the shattered houses of the dead sea
I moved away to the country
I had to change my way
But I kinda miss you now
Stockbrokers flying out the window
I kinda miss that sound
Don't want to wake up Pa
I can't wait, I'm goin' shoppin'
I'm at the mall, and the song is bumpin'
I want to be a 7-foot starfish
Above the law, a political puppet
I'm going back to the city
I'm 'bout to lose my mind
I'm gonna stay alive
I'm climbing out through the window
I miss the shops and malls
I'm gonna meet you there
Still throwing my phone out the window
I'm gonna soothe my soul
Can't wait, I'm going shopping
If you're better than me, you don't have to judge me
With words instead of claws
They will seduce you till you reach the point
To let yourself get mauled
The worse reality gets, the less you wanna hear about it
Solidarity can be difficult when you've got cool stuff to lose
I wanna be a 7-foot zombie
The pay is low, but I gotta do something
I'm at the mall and the song is bumping
There goes my future wife in the little red jumpsuit
I'm going away to the country
Don't wander off too far
I'm going out my mind
Throwing all my plans out the window
Don't wanna waste my life
I'll see you on the other side
I've been thinking about what I wanna say
But I'm an old man now, at least that's what they tell me anyway
We've been expanding on our greatness
Building future ruins
We're building castles from the bones of dead trees
Molded from the shattered houses of the dead sea
I moved away to the country
I had to change my way
But I kinda miss you now
Stockbrokers flying out the window
I kinda miss that sound
Don't want to wake up Pa
I can't wait, I'm goin' shoppin'
I'm at the mall, and the song is bumpin'
I want to be a 7-foot starfish
Above the law, a political puppet
I'm going back to the city
I'm 'bout to lose my mind
I'm gonna stay alive
I'm climbing out through the window
I miss the shops and malls
I'm gonna meet you there
Still throwing my phone out the window
I'm gonna soothe my soul
Can't wait, I'm going shopping
If you're better than me, you don't have to judge me