Sunday, September 17, 2006
Don't Say the Years - Countdown to Putsch
Arms folded, I find myself judging people a lot and feeling validated when someone fucks up. Y'know, as if that confirms that I'm of a better quality than them. I wonder if I was always like that or it only started to happen when I started disappointing myself.
As fashions change from year to year, we might well hide our pasts
those shoes - that hair - can you believe we looked like that?
Of course what looks cool now will soon too be fodder for self mockery,
too soon disposed of in a scrapbook of passing phases.
Sadly if these pictures could photograph our inner workings they would tell a similar tale.
Things change too quickly, external winds blow too influentially on internal whims.
And what we're thinking now weathers way too rapidly with time.
Don't say the years.
"Nah, nah, nah - my man said don't say the years. So this is for eternity. Do you know what I'm saying?" - T. C. Q.
Arms folded, I find myself judging people a lot and feeling validated when someone fucks up. Y'know, as if that confirms that I'm of a better quality than them. I wonder if I was always like that or it only started to happen when I started disappointing myself.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 1:49 AM 
