Foxygen - "Why Did I Get Married?"

Neville's breath. Neville had paper thin breath, after three vodkaredbulls and a slack neck taxi ride home. His life, of late, had the composition of a compressed brick of garbage, sitting formed into a shape all the things that never resembled that shape to begin with. He thought of the bar, the dance floor, where he danced nervously, as if pleasing some king, and thought of the creep with the upside-down face¹. At that moment, he suddenly felt all the things in his pockets, they took shape against his body and he had wanted to strip naked. But, prevented by decorum, he watched expressionless as people all around him 1-upped their life goals, and he felt invisibly stepped-on, used as leverage or like a pipeline. Now home, he blared old Stones and thought about how all of us are pipes, made of pipes, live off pipes, and ship our poison and bring our death about with pipes. Lead pipes, sewer pipes, oil pipes and organs. Neville felt that dual desire within him, that familiar pull between hungry enough to get food and too drunk to move.

¹ The man with the upside-down face. The top of his head came to a small point, like a chin, and his eyes, in their resting state, lay squinted beneath a brow so prominent it made a dark line across his forehead, greatly resembling a mouth. His nose was piggish and looked as if it opened upward, and he had a line of hair under his bottom lip, below his splayed and froggish mouth, that looked like a reverse eyebrow. Further below this, as if he had cultivated this look exactly, he had a luscious chin beard, which contrasted starkly with his completely bald head. As Neville danced he wondered if the man had any further Twilight-Zone-style differences, like he heard music backwards, or lived in an upside down house, the floor lamps hanging bolted from the ceiling, their chains dangling perfectly within reach, and strapping himself into his suspended bed at night.

[Buy] (thanks, Roger)