amióta csak megláttam ezt a klippet csak ezt hallgatom, azt mindig is tudtam hogy a ska boldog meg vicces, nade hogy ennyire?
brilliáns.
azonban egy kicsit kiábrándító, hogy már azelőtt feloszlott a banda, mielőtt még megismerte volna az ember.
I know that you’re probably mad at me. I’ve come to expect that. You know that you’ll never have all of me, you’ve come to resent that. You say “tomato”, I say “video games”, you’re acting so solemn. You’ll take the precious remote control from me. Do I sound like Gollum? (It’s) not that I’m escaping, you charm me like the flame does moths, it’s just that you’d prefer me docile, like a narcoleptic sloth.
The wizard needs food badly, the Voltron can’t be incomplete. The things I love, you hate so madly, I must not go down in defeat.
In the hunter-gatherer societies, I’d bring home the bacon. Public thought says men should try and be tame, stirred but not shaken. I say “baseball” then you start to cry, I’m sorry I grieve you. I think a motorcycle’s a good way to die, this must bereave you. I know that you try so hard, and I’m not saying it’s a sin, it’s just that they don’t feel my pain, in Vogue or Cosmopolitan.
And I’m sure you have your reasons, but listen to me please… I want the G.I. Joe with the Kung-Fu action grip. I want Nintendo with the extra-graphics-microchip. Tackle football with rocks, and sticks, and knives, and pain… I want a truck with the four wheel drive train. You’d rather see me get good at bookkeepping, I could clean house in the time that I’m not sleeping. I live to serve you, and I don’t want to be rude, but you should see that the wizard needs food.
a továbbiakban:
egyre biztosabb vagyok benne, hogy mogorván, morcosan, elkeseredve és magányosan fogom az elkövetkező éveket tölteni, pontosan úgy, mint eddig. utálom.
ezer felé nyújtom ki a karom, de még csak a kisujjamat sem akarják.
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