A keresés eredménye

Flopnik

It’s raining, unfortunately. I tumbled right in.
I don’t know much about my feelings or my body yet.
A traditional pianist. Soup and meat, right at the centre of the vortex.
Beneath a blue sky that seems false, things keep repeating over and over.
 
It’s a pretty bad song. The party’s over.
Day after day, every minute and every second, I feel embarrassed and like I’m gonna die.
Polyester music, like a batch of butter cookies.
It’s like this tune was vomited up.
With a face that seems false, I’m still singing to myself, singing away.
 
Everyone’s choosing a topic.
Everyone’s ridiculing their conclusions.
Everyone’s reviewing the situation from a distance.
I stay silent. I’m not waiting for an announcement.
 
I definitely felt it. Eternity is just make-believe.
All I ever hear are cheap love songs.
The Milky Way road. Anti-naturalism. I feel a sense of distance concerning love.
Beneath a blue sky that seems false, things keep repeating over and over.
 
Born in ’81, died in ’08.
We couldn’t become the adults we thought we would.
Motorcycle diaries. Hey, SWERY.
I haven’t finished my Psycho Soda.
I’ll head out tonight to the furthest place, the furthest place.
 
Everyone’s choosing a topic.
Everyone’s forcing their opinion on their neighbour.
They’re whimsically remembering the past.
I stay silent. You’re not smiling.
 
Everyone’s choosing a topic.
Everyone’s ridiculing their conclusions.
Everyone’s reviewing the situation from a distance.
I stay silent. The announcement is—
 
Everyone’s choosing a topic.
Everyone’s forcing their opinion on their neighbour.
They’re whimsically remembering the past.
I stay silent. You’re not smiling.