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• Artiste: Eyedea And Abilities
• Titre: Exhausted Love
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<i>"To hell with the kind of work you have to do to earn a living All that does is fill the bellies of the pigs who exploit us Look at me, I'm makin' it I may live badly, but at least I don't have to work to do it To all you workers out there, every single commodity you produce is a piece of your own death End of interview"</i> I'm so goddamned tired, can't tell if I'm done or just uninspired And don't give me that "You can be somebody" speech It ain't your place; Let me be I'm an example of a candle-lit life With electric relaxation, brain trampled by devotion To a remote control channel changer Something provoked the whole globe to lower expectations Damn, what's wrong with my generation? We was the cream of the crop, but it seems we've been robbed That's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job And every day it gets less and less exciting I would make a difference, but I'm busy faking this instead of trying Change my shift from now to never and I'll pretend I'm fine Why am I always stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line? I guess I'm built to be intoxicated with hope Sometimes it's a journey most times it's just a bad joke And in my skull is a junk drawer I cannot organise The first to come and last to leave will never be immortalised This sort of life is completely overrated I'm sick of being the only one I know that's trying to make it So, right now I'm heading home Got sounds of nature volume one in my headphones And half a bottle of prednisone That's the reaction to an overdose of passion Brainless, stagnant, ain't it magic? I never knew ambition could be so fucking disgusting I earn a good commission but it makes me feel so ugly I'm on some not even knowing i'm a illuminatus Just as long as play and age don't disrupt my funerals progress I ain't changing for you, I ain't reaching for the sky I would if you could give me one good reason why I should even try 'Cause after a while, this never ending blame game of whats better Could fracture your smile's mainframe forever It's so fun to be in love - Or so I've heard The meaning has no feeling even though I understand the words I used to try to make heaven right here on earth But that'll only happen if you find someone else to do the work I'll be surprised if my psychosis turns out to keep the driving focus While I hold the same blurred cloud as burnt out dope heads So for now my worthless counterwork has found a purpose Every time a pound of dirt's produced I get my frown refurbished 2-for-1 specials if you order shoulder devils Heads swoll, running out of petrol, but I won't let go of this gas pedal 'til I'm settled And they finally wed me of that sweet, sublime security, so insecure and messy Mark today the day that dedication died Instead of saying goodbye, I'm staying, praying that I will stay alive 'Cause even though I know I hate to love you so much I got no better place to go - That's why I always show up