Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Give me back my broken night / my mirrored room, my secret life / it's lonely here, / there's no one left to torture / Give me absolute control / over every living soul / And lie beside me, baby, / that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex / Take the only tree that's left / and stuff it up the hole / in your culture / Give me back the Berlin wall / give me Stalin and St Paul / I've seen the future, brother: / it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions / Won't be nothing / Nothing you can measure anymore / The blizzard, the blizzard of the world / has crossed the threshold / and it has overturned / the order of the soul / When they said REPENT REPENT / I wonder what they meant / When they said REPENT REPENT / I wonder what they meant / When they said REPENT REPENT / I wonder what they meant.
You don't know me from the wind / you never will, you never did / I'm the little jew / who wrote the Bible / I've seen the nations rise and fall / I've heard their stories, heard them all / but love's the only engine of survival / Your servant here, he has been told / to say it clear, to say it cold: / It's over, it ain't going / any further / And now the wheels of heaven stop / you feel the devil's riding crop / Get ready for the future: / it is murder.
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient / western code / Your private life will suddenly explode / There'll be phantoms / There'll be fires on the road / and the white man dancing / You'll see a woman / hanging upside down / her features covered by her fallen gown / and all the lousy little poets / coming round / tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson / and the white man dancin'.
Give me back the Berlin wall / Give me Stalin and St Paul / Give me Christ / or give me Hiroshima / Destroy another fetus now / We don't like children anyhow / I've seen the future, baby: / it is murder.
“The first rule of fight club is you: don't talk about fight club.The second rule of fight club is: you don't talk about fight club.The third rule of fight club is: when someone says "stop" or goes limp, the fight is over. Fourth rule is: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time. Sixth rule: no shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.” Chuck Palahniuk (1996) - Fight Club.
Oh - stop
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground / Try this trick and spin it, yeah / Your head will collapse / But there's nothing in it / And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind? / Where is my mind? / Where is my mind?
Way out in the water / See it swimmin'
I was swimmin' in the Caribbean / Animals were hiding behind the rocks / Except the little fish / But they told me, he swears / Tryin' to talk to me, coy koi.
Where is my mind? / Where is my mind? / Where is my mind?
Way out in the water / See it swimmin'
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground / Try this trick and spin it, yeah / Your head will collapse / If there's nothing in it / And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind? / Where is my mind? / Where is my mind? Oh / With your feet in the air and your head on the ground / Oh Try this trick and spin it, yeah /Oh / Oh
(...) “Some of my favorite songs: "Only Love Can Break Your Heart" by Neil Young; "Last Night I Dreamed That Somebody Loved Me" by the Smiths; "Call Me" by Aretha Franklin; "I Don't Want to Talk About It" by anybody. And then there's "Love Hurts" and "When Love Breaks Down" and "How Can You Mend a Broken Heart" and "The Speed of the Sound of Loneliness" and "She's Gone" and "I Just Don't Know What to Do with Myself "and . . . some of these songs I have listened to around once a week, on average (three hundred times in the first month, every now and again thereafter), since I was sixteen or nineteen or twenty-one. How can that not leave you bruised somewhere? How can that not turn you into the sort of person liable to break into little bits when your first love goes all wrong? What came first, the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person? People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands, of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives”.
Nick Hornby (1995) – High Fidelity
I've been really tryin', baby / Tryin' to hold back this feelin' for so long / And if you feel like I feel, baby / Then come on, oh, come on / Whoo, let's get it on / Ah, babe, let's get it on / Let's love, baby / Let's get it on, sugar / Let's get it on / Whoo-ooh-ooh
We're all sensitive people / With so much to give / Understand me, sugar / Since we got to be / Let's live / I love you
There's nothin' wrong / With me lovin' you / Baby, no, no / And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong / If the love is true / Oh, babe, ooh, ooh
Don't you know / How sweet and wonderful life can be? / Whoo-ooh / I'm askin' you, baby / To get it on with me / Ooh, ooh, ooh
I ain't gonna worry, I ain't gonna push / Won't push you, baby / So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, baby / Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey
Let's get it on, ooh, ooh / Let's get it on / You know what I'm talkin' 'bout / Come on, baby, hey, hey / Let your love come out / If you believe in love / Let's get it on, ooh, ooh / Let's get it on, baby / This minute, oh yeah / Let's get it on / Please, please, get it on / Hey, hey
I know you know / What I've been dreamin' of / Don't you, baby? / My whole body is in love / Whoo
I ain't gonna worry, no, I ain't gonna push / I won't push you, baby, whoo / Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, darlin' / Stop beatin' 'round the bush, hey
Gonna get it on / Beggin' you, baby, I want to get it on / You don't have to worry that it's wrong / If the spirit moves you, let me groove you good / Let your love come down / Oh, get it on, come on, baby
Do you know I mean it? / I've been sanctified / Hey, hey / Girl, you give me good feelings, so good
Nothin' wrong with love / If you want to love me / Just let yourself go / Oh, baby / Let's get it on
It's not / What you thought / When you first began it / You got / What you want / Now you can hardly stand it though / By now you know / It's not going to stop / It's not going to stop / It's not going to stop / 'Til you wise up
You're sure / There's a cure / And you have finally found it
You think / One drink / Will shrink you 'til you're underground / And living down / But it's not going to stop / It's not going to stop / It's not going to stop / 'Til you wise up
Prepare a list of what you need / Before you sign away the deed / 'Cause it's not going to stop / It's not going to stop / It's not going to stop / 'Til you wise up / No, it's not going to stop / 'Til you wise up / No, it's not going to stop / So just...give up
All around me are familiar faces / worn out places / worn out faces. bright and early for the daily races / going no where / going no where their tears are filling up their glasses / no expression / no expression / hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow / no tomorrow / no tomorrow.
And I find I kind of funny / I find it kind of sad / the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had / I find it hard to tell you / I find it hard to take / when people run in circles its a very very / mad world / mad world.
Children waiting for the day they feel good / happy birthday / happy birthday / and i feel the way that every child should / sit and listen / sit and listen. / went to school and i was very nervous / no one knew me / no one new me / hello teacher tell me what's my lesson / look right through me / look right through me.
And I find I kind of funny / I find it kind of sad / the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had / I find it hard to tell you / I find it hard to take / when people run in circles its a very very / mad world / mad world.
Tom, get your plane right on time / I know your partly go fine / Fly down to Mexico / Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am, The only living boy in New York.
I get the news I need on the weather report / I can gather all the news I need on the weather report / Hey, I’ve got nothing to do today but smile / Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am, The only living boy in New York.
Half of the time were gone but we don’t know where / And we don’t know where.
Tom, get your plane right on time / I know you’ve been eager to fly now / Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine / Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da / Like it shines on me / The only living boy in New York / The only living boy in New York.
(Here I am)
SIMON & GARFUNKEL (1970) - THE ONLY LIVING BOY IN NEW YORK
