Samstag, 10. Februar 2007

Song for clay

I am trying to be heroic, In an age of modernity.
I am trying to be heroic, because all around me history sings.

So I enjoyed and I devoured flesh and wine and luxury.
But in my heart, I am lukewarm; nothing ever really touches me.

At Les Trois Garcons we meet at precisely 9 o'clock.
I order the foie gras and I eat it with complete disdain.
Bubbles rise in champagne flutes, but when we kiss, I feel nothing.

Feasting on sleeping pills and Marlboro Reds. (so busy won't save you)

Oh how our parents they suffered for nothing. Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
Like the 80s never happened. People are afraid, are afraid To merge on the freeway.
Disappear here

Stroll the pier into the magazine launch party.
I am handed a pill, and I swallow with complete disdain.
Kick-drum bangs off the high-hat; Remember to look bored.
We suck each others' faces,and make sure we are noticed.

(Cocaine won't save you)
Because East London is a vampire, it sucks the joy right out of me
How we long for corruption in these golden years.

Oh how our parents they suffered for nothing Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
Like the 80s never happened. People are afraid, are afraid To merge on the freeway.
Disappear here [x4]

Obsession for body esthetics, lukewardness and a casual modification in sexuality. What was a picture of a distorted glamour and bling bling bubble has become fuckin' reality. Don't be someone special, go with the flow and disappear...

Bloc Party

06.05.07
Dresden, Alter Schlachthof

Wie kann man nur so geile Musik machen ... Und ich glaube, das mich bisher sehr wenige Lyrics derart begeistert haben...und gleichzeitig betroffen. Wow

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