Life is difficult
You’re born, you get schooled, you work
And then a dirt nap.
And then a dirt nap
Pushing up lovely daisies
Or, eternal life
Or, eternal life
Perhaps behind pearly gates
Perhaps Inferno
Perhaps Inferno
The meatloaf was burned badly
Let’s go for pizza
Let’s go for pizza
Moon hits your eye like big pie
That is a big mess
That is a big mess
That’s not amore, my friend
Keep the moon up there
Keep the moon up there
As a goal for astronauts
And to preserve tides.
And to preserve tides
We only need sun and moon
Planets have min pull
Planets have min pull
But the sun has lots of pull
That’s real heavy, man
That’s real heavy, man
Like, wow, just take a chill pill
Gotta relaaaaax, man
Gotta relaaaaax, man
Frankie goes to Hollywood
He say “don’t do it”.
He say, “don’t do it”
But I say to go ahead
Pragmatism rules
Pragmatism rules?
Not here. We’re for anarchy
romance and chaos
Romance and chaos
Love and marriage, and the kids
Madness. True madness!
Madness, True Madness.
Is this how the world ends?
Apocalypse Now.
Apocalypse Now.
Francis Ford Coppola’s take
On Heart of Darkness.
On Heart of Darkness
It’s “The horror. The horror.”
Joseph Conrad’s book
Joseph Conrad’s book
Not that one, the other one
Who remembers that?
Who remembers that?
Should we remember at all?
Do memories fail?
Do memories fail?
Mammaries fail, with age, yes
They sag, droop, get soft