I watch the clouds, pleasant the rips and tendons of cloud
I've lost nothing
Pleasant alone, I watch the floating light
My animals are quiet, my heart never bangs
I read in the evenings, there is no one to tell me
What is expected or not expected of me
I read in the evenings, there is no one to tell me
There is nothing required of me
I'm at my last gasp, with this unendurable racket
I kicked open the door, and stood before them
Someone called me grandad, and told me to button it
Yes they should button it, for I am
One of them told me, I was lucky to be alive
That I would have to bear it, in order to pay for being alive
In order to give thanks, for being alive
It's a question of sleep, I need something of it
How can I remain alive, without any true rest
Having no solace, no constant solace
Not even any damn thing, constant solace
I am strong, but not as strong as the bastards in the other room
And their tittering bitches, and their music, and their love
I'd change my life, perhaps, and live deliberately
At night, and slept in the day
But what exactly would I do?
What can be meant, by living in the dark?
Well, I can sing on all you can sing
Lullaby Scientists

Nos stage

But 이 이 The NEXT



Here too

Hey, hey, hey
It's fair


Black
I,はい Right now
It's anka

No one can spoil

I meet my drinking companion and have a drink with her.
She is a friendly woman, quite elderly, quite friendly.
But she knows little of me.
She could never know much of me, not really, not now.
She's funny, she starts talking sexily to me.
In the corner, without drinks, I laugh.
She asked me about my early life when I was young.
Never.
Departing from her chosen subject.
But I have nothing to tell her about the sexual part of my youth.
I'm old, I tell her.
My youth was somewhere else.
Anyway, I don't remember.
She doesn't talk anyway.
I like to get back to my room.
It has a pleasant view.
I have one or two friends.
Ladies.
They ask me.
Where I come from.
I say of course.
From the country.
I don't see much of them.
I sometimes wonder.
If I think.
I heard somewhere.
About.
How many thoughts go through the brain of a person.
But I couldn't remember anything I'd actually thought for some time.
It isn't something that anyone.
Could ever tell me.
Could ever reassure me about.
Nobody could tell from looking at me.
What was happening.
But I'm still quite pretty.
Really.
Quite nice eyes.
Nice skin.
Will we meet tonight?
I don't know.
Come with me tonight.
Where?
Anywhere.
For a walk.
I don't want to walk.
Why not?
I want to go.
Somewhere else.
Where?
I don't know.
What's wrong with a walk?
I don't want to walk.
What do you want to do?
I don't know.
Do you want to go.
Anywhere else?
Yes.
Where?
I don't know.
Do you want me to buy you a drink?
No.
Come for a walk?
No.
All right.
I'll take you on a bus.
To the town.
I know a place.
My cousin runs it.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.








No.
No.

No.

No.






Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
No.
No.
It's not about the house.
I love my sister.
Yeah.
Ah.
There you are, honey.





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