Sunday, November 23, 2008

2080

(yes, my OCD is kicking in)



I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in
I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning
With no Berlin wall what the hell you gonna do

It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
In 2080 I'll surely be dead
So don't look ahead, ever look ahead
It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
So we won't drown in the summer sound

If you find me I'll be sitting by the water fountain
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning
But it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright
Cause in no time, they'll be gone, I guess I'll still be standing here

It's a new year...

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
Yeah you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests

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4 comments:

Horacio said...

has escuchado esta version de 2080? esta buenisima,
saludos,
de otro yeasayer (o decidor de si)

Rodrigo said...

you should listen to your friend Billy Zane, he's a cool dude.

Unknown said...

this is my favorite!

Jorge Amigo said...

Horacio! Qué bueno verte por acá y gracias por eso! Geniales los de Blogotheque... me encanta el de Beirut.