a story of our times
Aftermaths
I remember when you were a child
how you used to come over to my sister's room and you'd lock yourselves inside
dressing up dolls with cut out rags that nearly seemed ripped up models from the fashion scene
mother thought you had the brightest future but the future was not as dreamly as it seemed
my sister took her studies by heart and now she translates Hermann Hesse
i thought you would be married by now but that's a doll noone ever tried to dress
Last Sunday morning i ran into Sarah
could life have changed so much that now she sees you stupid and fatter
i couldn't believe you took a part time job washing plates and creaming cakes on a small town café
where someone wrote up on the side wall you were doing young boys and business men
my sister said she had this friend who was into merchandising techniques
the story goes i cannot sleep because you might already done a bastard like him
Last three nights i didn't shut my eyes so i tried to read a book
about aching characters and disenchanted lives
i never read something so true
the last three days i walked the street on shades to disguise how i felt
done some aftermaths and came to ask :
why are you doing this with yourself ...
And though you're not here i remain alone
caught like a stripped tiger in an empty cage afraid to step out into the unknown
if you'd see me now you would surely laugh as i iron my shirt and clean off the dirt from my only pair of jeans
laugh from my x-ray specs , my working suit or the things that fill my dreams
today i called my sister saying : sister ! what shall become of me ?
but she just smiled and layed : don't exagerate ! there's more than one girl running free
The weeks then passed without anounce
and i found myself looking in old agendas for single girls who would go out
Jane worked as a nurse doing three night shifts but she always wore her uniform and only talked about disease
Mary drove an ice cream van but was too cold in bed and never was pleased
tonight i'm filling up reports for my project at the university
and before i lie down i'll play with myself hoping you are thinking of me
Last three nights i didn't shut my eyes so i tried to watch tv
Big Brother was on and someone was undressed
who was really familliar to me
The last three days i spent them voting so you could be expelled
done some aftermaths and came to ask :
why are you doing this with yourself ...
And now i'm out here on the cold & rain
holding a billboard which says : we want you out of the house again !
and the cameras and the lights surround me asking for words and broadcasting my hopes to millions at home
seventy per cent already know my name and sixty wish she'll accept my love
many nights i dreamt with the moment she will finally come out
my hands nervously shiver
the door is opening now ...
The end
- Pete Libertine
I remember when you were a child
how you used to come over to my sister's room and you'd lock yourselves inside
dressing up dolls with cut out rags that nearly seemed ripped up models from the fashion scene
mother thought you had the brightest future but the future was not as dreamly as it seemed
my sister took her studies by heart and now she translates Hermann Hesse
i thought you would be married by now but that's a doll noone ever tried to dress
Last Sunday morning i ran into Sarah
could life have changed so much that now she sees you stupid and fatter
i couldn't believe you took a part time job washing plates and creaming cakes on a small town café
where someone wrote up on the side wall you were doing young boys and business men
my sister said she had this friend who was into merchandising techniques
the story goes i cannot sleep because you might already done a bastard like him
Last three nights i didn't shut my eyes so i tried to read a book
about aching characters and disenchanted lives
i never read something so true
the last three days i walked the street on shades to disguise how i felt
done some aftermaths and came to ask :
why are you doing this with yourself ...
And though you're not here i remain alone
caught like a stripped tiger in an empty cage afraid to step out into the unknown
if you'd see me now you would surely laugh as i iron my shirt and clean off the dirt from my only pair of jeans
laugh from my x-ray specs , my working suit or the things that fill my dreams
today i called my sister saying : sister ! what shall become of me ?
but she just smiled and layed : don't exagerate ! there's more than one girl running free
The weeks then passed without anounce
and i found myself looking in old agendas for single girls who would go out
Jane worked as a nurse doing three night shifts but she always wore her uniform and only talked about disease
Mary drove an ice cream van but was too cold in bed and never was pleased
tonight i'm filling up reports for my project at the university
and before i lie down i'll play with myself hoping you are thinking of me
Last three nights i didn't shut my eyes so i tried to watch tv
Big Brother was on and someone was undressed
who was really familliar to me
The last three days i spent them voting so you could be expelled
done some aftermaths and came to ask :
why are you doing this with yourself ...
And now i'm out here on the cold & rain
holding a billboard which says : we want you out of the house again !
and the cameras and the lights surround me asking for words and broadcasting my hopes to millions at home
seventy per cent already know my name and sixty wish she'll accept my love
many nights i dreamt with the moment she will finally come out
my hands nervously shiver
the door is opening now ...
The end
- Pete Libertine