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...hän oli jo päättänyt että rakkaus oli pelkkä illuusio, yksi niistä kangastuksista ja vääristyneistä peileistä joita ihmiselämä on täynnä mutta jonka vain vuodet auttavat paljastamaan; jos jokainen nuorukainen ja tyttö ymmärtäisi että elämä on vain harhaa, pelkkää sudenkorentojen tanssia vailla merkitystä, silloin kukaan ei jaksaisi ponnistella eteenpäin ja panna parastaan, ja sivilisaatio kuivuisi kokoon ja kutistuisi olemattomiin ja ihminen muuttuisi taas julmaksi ja laiskaksi eläimeksi joka vain syö ja nukkuu ja lisääntyy.
(Kjell Westö: Missä kuljimme kerran)
After years of expensive education
A car full of books and anticipation
I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot
But the world don't need scholars as much as I thought
Maybe I'll go traveling for a year
Finding myself, or start a career
Could work the poor, though I'm hungry for fame
We all seem so different but we're just the same
Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat
Aren't things more easy, with a tight six pack
Who knows the answers, who do you trust
I can't even separate love from lust
Maybe I'll move back home and pay off my loans
Working nine to five, answering phones
But don't make me live for Friday nights
Drinking eight pints and getting in fights
Maybe I'll just fall in love
That could solve it all
Philosophers say that that's enough
There surely must be more
Love ain't the answer, nor is work
The truth eludes me so much it hurts
...
(Jamie Cullum: Twentysomething)
...
I'm talking to the shadows
from 1 o'clock til 4
And lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry
...
I'm moaning all the morning
and mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
...
(P. F. Webster)
(Kjell Westö: Missä kuljimme kerran)
After years of expensive education
A car full of books and anticipation
I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot
But the world don't need scholars as much as I thought
Maybe I'll go traveling for a year
Finding myself, or start a career
Could work the poor, though I'm hungry for fame
We all seem so different but we're just the same
Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat
Aren't things more easy, with a tight six pack
Who knows the answers, who do you trust
I can't even separate love from lust
Maybe I'll move back home and pay off my loans
Working nine to five, answering phones
But don't make me live for Friday nights
Drinking eight pints and getting in fights
Maybe I'll just fall in love
That could solve it all
Philosophers say that that's enough
There surely must be more
Love ain't the answer, nor is work
The truth eludes me so much it hurts
...
(Jamie Cullum: Twentysomething)
...
I'm talking to the shadows
from 1 o'clock til 4
And lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry
...
I'm moaning all the morning
and mourning all the night
And in between it's nicotine
And not much heart to fight
Black coffee
Feelin' low as the ground
...
(P. F. Webster)