Here are those who went
and those who were made to leave
Here are those for whom I appeared
in the last film in flight in free fall
Most of them are still very hungry
and they don't even have cigarettes
so they just cling to the ideas.
And to tell the truth
This could be the last time.
So here we go,
like a sail's force into the night.
Everything here is unchanged
it looks like everywhere.
This whole area
is out of my way
so I rarely come around here.
There is a place around the corner
where your dead friends live.
That's how it starts.
We go back to your house.
We check the charts,
And start to figure it out.
Some drift through places
and thoughts
blind passengers
in subways and busses
or they simply stand around and wait.
Even those
who couldn't wait any longer
here
they have nothing else to do
Especially at night they are bothered by boredom.
And if it's crowded, all the better,
because we know we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather
then you picked the wrong place to stay.
That's how it starts.
If the trip and the plan
come apart in your hand,
you look contorted on yourself
your ridiculous prop.
You forgot what you meant
when you read what you said,
and you always knew you were tired,
but then,
where are your friends tonight?
There is a place around the corner
where your dead friends live.
Where are your friends tonight?
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
around the corner,
where my dead friends live.
I've remixed this poem from the songs "All my friends" and "Dead friends (around the corner)".
All my friends
LCD Soundsystem
That's how it starts.
We go back to your house.
We check the charts,
And start to figure it out.
And if it's crowded, all the better,
because we know we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather
then you picked the wrong place to stay.
That's how it starts.
And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.
And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
and I still don't wanna stagger home.
Then it's the memory of our betters
that are keeping us on our feet.
You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends again.
You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
yeah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend.
It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
when the moral kicks in.
Though when we're running out of the drugs
and the conversation's winding away.
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
for another five years of lies.
You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can,
and the next ten people who are trying to be polite.
When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France,
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?
And to tell the truth.
Oh, this could be the last time.
So here we go,
like a sail's force into the night
And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool
on the road, there's always this.
And if I'm sewn into submission,
I can still come home to this.
And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand,
you can sleep on the plane or review what you said.
When you're drunk and the kids leave impossible tasks
you think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."
Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand,
you look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop.
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said,
and you always knew you were tired, but then,
where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight
Dead friends (around the corner)
Einstürzende neubaten
Everything here is unchanged
it looks like everywhere
This whole area is out of my way
so I rarely come around here
Here are those who went
and those who were made to leave
Here are those for whom I appeared
in the last film in flight in free fall
Most of them are still very hungry
and they don't even have cigarettes
so they just cling to the ideas.
There is a place around the corner
where your dead friends live...
Some drift through places and thoughts
blind passengers in subways and busses
or they simply stand around and wait
Even those who couldn't wait any longer
here they have nothing else to do
Especially at night they are bothered by boredom
There is a place around the corner
where your dead friends live...
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