Tuesday, January 6, 2009

The Passenger

Iggy Pop and the Stooges.

This song invariably makes my eyes water. Life is so fucking short. There are moments of seeing and wonder and sharing. There's make-believe. But there's no agency, no control.

What do you mean no control? I can pick any banana I'd like off the tree!

Oh yes, little monkey. I see your banana. It's a nice one!

Oh the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine

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