Save My Day With Cheap Vodka
Hey you! Yeah you…who else? Don’t you know that the day already over and the moon slap over my face? Gosh…tell you what; I felt there’s no more interesting happen nowadays. Everything’s so flat, so common. I found out no interesting thing could made up my mind.
What can we do? Morrison’s dead, Cobain’s dead, rock n roll music is not rock anymore. They only rolling and rolling but forget to rock. Don’t blame me if I still stick with old records from 90’s.
Oil crisis, food crisis, social crisis, the state is in crisis. Well, everything’s in crisis now. Literature is in crisis. You only can find chicklit, teenlit, or some young authors try to draw about social problem trough his novel but he is forget that the reality is just too far far away from him. So, you can find exoticism that poverty or pain could be very beautiful and dramatic.
O yeah, I can make up words about pain and poverty. Even when I was came from well-done family. It’s only need fantasy and imagination right? You what? You read that novel written by rebellious woman? Owh ok, that’s fine. But I will not calling you a monkey though.
What, you wanna talk about film? What film? Owh, that film…Well, geezz…let me draw my mind first. I tell you what, don’t waste your time and money to go to cinema because you can find a lot more interesting things in the street and you can find same shit in television. Well ok, there’s a different…in cinema, there’s no ads in the mid of the show… so what?
Do you realize that so many lies around us? Day by day, we need it more and more to satisfy people, to satisfy ourselves. It becomes needs. It becomes religion. But I though people are happy with it. Maybe you too, so go on. Have your time and enjoy.
My friend’s talking about love, and I’m talking about fuck someone. People talking about how cool they are, and I’m talking about how pathetic I am. Too bad, I have no intention to kill myself and I guess I’m just trying to save my days with cheap vodka. I love you people, loves you so much.
People are working hard in this city. So hard until they don’t know anymore for what they’re working for. And I’m walking through the days over and over watching all around, holding my breath, closing my eyes, opening it again and god…in my vodka you are exist!
Come oh please come and grab my hands. Please make my days interesting again. Throw a Molotov to the palace could be interesting. But…naaahhh…. that’s too stupid. Revolution only exists in a book. Maybe I should put myself in a band, the most pathetic way to amuse yourself and the most pathetic way to makes you to be cool. But at least you can fuck your fans.
What can we do? Morrison’s dead, Cobain’s dead, rock n roll music is not rock anymore. They only rolling and rolling but forget to rock. Don’t blame me if I still stick with old records from 90’s.
Oil crisis, food crisis, social crisis, the state is in crisis. Well, everything’s in crisis now. Literature is in crisis. You only can find chicklit, teenlit, or some young authors try to draw about social problem trough his novel but he is forget that the reality is just too far far away from him. So, you can find exoticism that poverty or pain could be very beautiful and dramatic.
O yeah, I can make up words about pain and poverty. Even when I was came from well-done family. It’s only need fantasy and imagination right? You what? You read that novel written by rebellious woman? Owh ok, that’s fine. But I will not calling you a monkey though.
What, you wanna talk about film? What film? Owh, that film…Well, geezz…let me draw my mind first. I tell you what, don’t waste your time and money to go to cinema because you can find a lot more interesting things in the street and you can find same shit in television. Well ok, there’s a different…in cinema, there’s no ads in the mid of the show… so what?
Do you realize that so many lies around us? Day by day, we need it more and more to satisfy people, to satisfy ourselves. It becomes needs. It becomes religion. But I though people are happy with it. Maybe you too, so go on. Have your time and enjoy.
My friend’s talking about love, and I’m talking about fuck someone. People talking about how cool they are, and I’m talking about how pathetic I am. Too bad, I have no intention to kill myself and I guess I’m just trying to save my days with cheap vodka. I love you people, loves you so much.
People are working hard in this city. So hard until they don’t know anymore for what they’re working for. And I’m walking through the days over and over watching all around, holding my breath, closing my eyes, opening it again and god…in my vodka you are exist!
Come oh please come and grab my hands. Please make my days interesting again. Throw a Molotov to the palace could be interesting. But…naaahhh…. that’s too stupid. Revolution only exists in a book. Maybe I should put myself in a band, the most pathetic way to amuse yourself and the most pathetic way to makes you to be cool. But at least you can fuck your fans.
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