My peace is a playlist
of The National.
Please take me away from this city
or this city away from me.
Purpose bloody purpose:
I’ve spent books, beer, smokes and night’s air
honing this mind, yet it has stayed dull
– and is yet to save a single life.

I’m one story but telling another
50% of me
and you won’t know the half of it.
I walk the nightwalk
eyeing bicycles – but each is locked
and I’d never ever steal,
but still… well, you know.

Fuck fuck fuck the €20 sushi that ain’t worth it and that I keep buying.
Fuck fuck fuck my rent – yeah, I blame myself for not being on the market to buy 50 years ago when shit was cheap.
Fuck fuck fuck your vinyl collection.
Fuck fuck fuck the nightlife that’s more like nightdeath ’round these parts.
Fuck fuck fuck the Instagram accounts and The Trend – I’m prepared to stay far behind this evolutionary curve.
Fuck fuck fuck this ghetto of the Young & Creative.

And I’ll live this life – ’til it brings me trouble.
And I’ll move this direction – ’til it earns me infamy.
And I’ll bear witness – ’til bearing motivates me.
And I’ll speak the words – ’till they shudder at’em.