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• Artiste: Headache
• Titre: It Opens If You Turn The Handle
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When I'm standing around in the kitchen, ignoring my life and grilling courgettes I can move my head and body I can turn into an easter egg, or a music box, or a piece of cake But when I'm sat in the sun, doing absolutely nothing, absolutely everything is possible Because, like Uncle Mario always used to say: "If you want to really see Delft, you have to go to The Hague" Heart reduces the immediate contingency in which an object exists to a state in which the object assumes the form and quality of freedom Don't take breaks, take snacks And while there has to be some way of saying "what's your name, Sasha?" that is both a statement and a question at the same time When I wake up at 1:30 PM on a Wednesday You, you will still definitely be you And I will still somehow feel the need to live 'Cause you will still be you And I will still remember how you apologized to me when you kicked me out of your restaurant for doing my newest dance move And how you smiled when I told you that it was called "going crazy in a restaurant" Here and now are images at best I am gone where I get moved to go I am a man, a thing, a dream Dry cleaning, strong feelings Tie your sandbag to the smoke alarm and smoke Our hopes have run away forever Look instead for the horse that comes first and the knowledge that laughter is always right next door Hey universe, do you want to play dice? Peace is where Earth meets heaven And it is a chemical wedding Beauty need not be just But justice is often beautiful And yes, I drink the Jugo the Coco And yes, I think about the world Yes, I look at the sky, and yes, I cough a lot Oh yes Oh yes Oh yes And to quote the late great Sinéad O'Connor: "It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society" But I see no difference The world is the world I eat paper instead of food The door is right in front of you, and it opens if you turn the handle You must go out, go in, go through to get out, go down to go through I went in, I went out I went to where they said I couldn't go And I sat in the shade, with Michelle And we ate grilled fish, and argued The girls working there gave me a discount when I went to pay and giggled at me While flamingoes stood, pink and balletic, in the rolling surf