WHAT TYPE OF LIFE IS THIS [Voice - LOOOONG]
[Record shop background noise. Some Billy Idol going on through the speakers, though tuned down]
Man, when is the last time you danced, Lucifer? People should be dancing, every goddamn day. Granted, dancing to 'White Wedding' would look kind of retarded. But hey, 'least it wouldn't be dancing to Duran Duran. Or the Thompson Twins.
Diamond Dogs, Diamond Dogs, Diamond Dogs - there you fucking are. Now where's my Jean Grae...
Oy. Speaking of music.
It occurs to me that all of you people seem to be caught in some kind of constant flip-flop between personal/save the day bullshit drama, and wanting to take a vacation, then going right back into the drama of saving lives and having the pre-requisite fucked up lives that go with that.
It also occurs to me that this is because all of you feel you have the need to fulfill certain 'responsibilities', and then also because you all have fucking terrible luck in life. And all this breeds in one big melting pot of bad luck and drama and angst and all that and it's basically high school all over again, except now people are fucking in their apartments instead of in the janitor closet, and we can all shoot radioactive lasers out of our nipples.
And as I think on this, I know not one of you will really be able to give up that lifestyle and take a crack at rocking things a little differently, as you all feel pretty goddamn obliged to it, no matter how much shitpissery it brings about into your life. But, again, you all want your vacations. But the vacations are never enough because the daily life is so overwhelming and seriously let's not pretend it isn't. Whether through slow daily monotony eating away at your brain or having to bounce between cult murders and figuring out what the hell is going on with whoever it is you're dating, it's putting you on nuclear bomb stress levels.
But you're not cutting off the feed. Not really. Because, repeat thrice, you can't and or don't want to.
And a vacation ain't gonna fix that shit.
You need something else.
So here's what I wanna know.
What do you think you need?
Cuz I know what I need, to fix the few problems I do have, 'least for now.
And it's this Diamond Dogs vinyl, and in a few hours from now, dancing.
Man, when is the last time you danced, Lucifer? People should be dancing, every goddamn day. Granted, dancing to 'White Wedding' would look kind of retarded. But hey, 'least it wouldn't be dancing to Duran Duran. Or the Thompson Twins.
Diamond Dogs, Diamond Dogs, Diamond Dogs - there you fucking are. Now where's my Jean Grae...
Oy. Speaking of music.
It occurs to me that all of you people seem to be caught in some kind of constant flip-flop between personal/save the day bullshit drama, and wanting to take a vacation, then going right back into the drama of saving lives and having the pre-requisite fucked up lives that go with that.
It also occurs to me that this is because all of you feel you have the need to fulfill certain 'responsibilities', and then also because you all have fucking terrible luck in life. And all this breeds in one big melting pot of bad luck and drama and angst and all that and it's basically high school all over again, except now people are fucking in their apartments instead of in the janitor closet, and we can all shoot radioactive lasers out of our nipples.
And as I think on this, I know not one of you will really be able to give up that lifestyle and take a crack at rocking things a little differently, as you all feel pretty goddamn obliged to it, no matter how much shitpissery it brings about into your life. But, again, you all want your vacations. But the vacations are never enough because the daily life is so overwhelming and seriously let's not pretend it isn't. Whether through slow daily monotony eating away at your brain or having to bounce between cult murders and figuring out what the hell is going on with whoever it is you're dating, it's putting you on nuclear bomb stress levels.
But you're not cutting off the feed. Not really. Because, repeat thrice, you can't and or don't want to.
And a vacation ain't gonna fix that shit.
You need something else.
So here's what I wanna know.
What do you think you need?
Cuz I know what I need, to fix the few problems I do have, 'least for now.
And it's this Diamond Dogs vinyl, and in a few hours from now, dancing.