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• Artiste: Headache
• Titre: The Joy Is Ours
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I'd like to save my skin It covers my entire body I'll put it this way: If I've got to, I've got to But if I can’t, I can’t Last night, I fell asleep standing up in the corner of a party Into the corner runs the hair, as they say They do say that, right? How easily it all comes apart, what was hardly even together When the sky is raining, don't we sit raining too, basically? Joy is ours then, along with a little pain as well, of course But must always must And the way of the world is an open book Behind everything, there is some other thing forever You ask yourself if one weary mind can weather this shit storm alone If one heart can set itself free But I've spent so many winters sleeping a center [?] And they could always swim away those we need, couldn't they? And afterwards, it would almost be as if they never were That money was a loan That line was a quote Thank you for almost everything It's six in the morning I walk into the basement apartment of a city I should not have been born in, slowly Since I do not live there I sit down, I stand still I dig in the trash, wait, and listen The worst part of heaven is how long it takes to get there You have no idea In the haze of concrete, stained black by the rain I stand still and listen Last night, in an alley, I accidentally saw a ghost which tried to rob me The Earth is what holds all of us up The people who love me fight me in their sleep But I forgive them, since I used to do that too You can pray for me anytime you want People ask me what happened, and who is who? I'm not crying because I'm sad I'm crying because I don't want to be here I want to die at home I don't want to die here I'm standing still I'm not holding anything My electricity bill is going up And we are all going to die I, for one, am going to suck my thumb and go back to sleep Thank you for almost everything Forms are temporary Feelings are temporary Consciousness is temporary Remember, you are dust And onto dust, you will return