music
4777 (now playing)
4763 (I could have died for love, but for living I was born)
Life is fine
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may even see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine!
first seen of Rainer Ptacek (R.I.P.)
4752 (now playing)
4748 (now playing)
4733 (common knowledge)
4714 (sleeper in metropolis / Anne Clark)
As a sleeper in metropolis
You are insignificance
Dreams become entangled in the system
Environment moves over the sleeper
Conditioned air
Conditions sedated breathing
The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh
Soft and warm
But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night
Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams
We fight our insignificance
The harder we fight
The higher the wall
Outside the cancerous city spreads
Like an illness
It’s symptoms
In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations
Tailed by the silent spotlights
Of society created paranoia
No alternative could grow
Where love cannot take root
No shadows will replace
The warmth of your contact
Love is dead in metropolis
All contact through glove or partition
What a waste
The City –
A wasting disease
4702 (metamorphosis)
4689 (untitled)
| [have guitar, will travel] | |
“On the road again I just can’t wait to get on the road again. The life I love is makin’ music with my friends, And I can’t wait to get on the road again On the road again. Goin’ places that I’ve never been Seein’ things that I may never see again. I can’t wait to get on the road again On the road again. Like a band of gypsies we go down highway We’re the best of friends. Insisting that the world keep turnin’ our way. And our way Is on the road again I just can’t wait to get on the road again. The life I love is makin’ music with my friends, And I can’t wait to get on the road again” |



