Thursday, February 08, 2007
Song For Clay (Disappear Here)
I am trying to be heroic
In an age of modernity
I am trying to be heroic
Because all around me history sinks
So I enjoy and I devour
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
Self-pity won’t save you
Oh how our parents suffered for nothing
Live the dream like the 80's never happened
People are afraid to merge on the freeway
Disappear here
We stroll past the queue, into the magazine launch party
I am handed a pill and I swallow with complete disdain
Kick-drum pounds, off-beat hi-hats, remember to look bored
We suck each others’ faces and make sure we are noticed
Cocaine won’t save you
How we long for corruption in these golden years
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