2080

I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in
I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning
With no Berlin wall what the hell you gonna do

It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
In 2080 I'll surely be dead
So don't look ahead, ever look ahead
It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
So we won't drown in the summer sound

If you find me I'll be sitting by the water fountain
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown on Monday morning
But it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright
Cause in no time, they'll be gone, I guess I'll still be standing here

It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
In 2080 I'll surely be dead
So don't look ahead, ever look ahead
It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
So we won't drown in the summer sound

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
Yeah you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests

It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
In 2080 I'll surely be dead
So don't look ahead, ever look ahead
It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring, so let's sing
And the moon shines bright on the water tonight
So we won't drown in the summer sound

Yeah, yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
Yeah you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests

Patrick Wolf - Augustine

As the bell tower blocks the summer light
All the seeds in our garden fight
To break and blossom, all to be adored
And look, your skirt is torn
And there's blood on our sheets
As comes the long arm of the law
Fist tight, banging on the door
And knocking me down on its way in

As I pass out into a dream
Of whooping cranes and wooden beams
Great white wings beating
In an attic, in a house, in the dead of night
Singing

Oh, my Augustine, Augustine
Oh, is this forever, ever?
Oh, oh
Sweet Augustine, Augustine
What does this mean for us?

Does it mean that I can never change my ways?
And that's why, love, you shouldn't stay
Still you will and love me
Like a mother or a maid bringing you down, down
Down on your brazen knees
Watering the worms and the weeds
Thinking, why does love leave me so damn cold?
Now I'm getting old
And is this what it should be?
Well, is it?

Oh, my Augustine, Augustine.
Oh, is this forever, ever?
Oh, oh
Sweet Augustine, Augustine
Or do we kill this one tonight?

And now come the tears, heavy and hot
As it comes clear, this is all we got
As I hold you to my bed
Like a cancer, or a curse
Now be my loving nurse
As we fall back into the impossible dream

Farewell to the Fairground

Lights still in our eyes,
we're leaving this whole fairground behind,
it's a dream that's going cold.
Circus never dies, the act forever haunts these skies,
i know we cannot stay.

Farewell to the fairground,
these rides aren't working anymore.
Goodbye to this dead town,
until the ice begins to thaw.

This place used to gleam,
i see it in my hopeful dreams,
now i had to get away.
We move towards the stars,
and all that we touch becomes ours,
lets keep warm till it's day.

Farewell to the fairground,
these rides aren't working anymore.
Goodbye to this dead town,
until the ice begins to thaw.

We'll head south, just hold my hand now.
I feel like i'm casting off my clothes
and i'm running through the snow towards the sunset
and i'm always with you.

Keep on running,
keep keep on running,
there's no place like home,
there's no place like home.

Farewell to the fairground,
these rides aren't working anymore.
Goodbye to this dead town,
until the ice begins to thaw.
We'll head south, just hold my hand now, i feel like i'm casting off my clothes, and i'm running through the snow towards the sunset, where i'm always with you

Real Life

For a minute I was lost...I looked away.
For a minute I was lost...I looked away.
I was looking for a home...I was looking for a home.

For a minute I was lost...I looked away.
The trouble was I was alone.
The trouble was I was alone.

You might think I'm still that way, it's only natural.
It was a past life thing.
It was a past life thing.
It wasn't anything at all.

For a minute I was lost...I looked away.
For a minute I was lost...I looked away.
I was looking for a road...I was looking for a road.

For a minute I was lost...I looked away.
My destination was unknown...My destination was unknown.
My destination was unknown...My destination was unknown.

You might think I'm still that way, it's only natural.
It was a past life thing.
It was a past life thing.
It wasn't anything at all.

Ambling Alp

Now kid, I know I haven't been a perfect man
And I've avoided doing things I know I can
But if I learned one thing, the tattoo on my arm will burn into my thumb
It would be that

You must stick up for yourself, son
Never mind what anybody else done
Stick up for yourself, son
Never mind what anybody else done
Stick up for yourself, son
Never mind what anybody else done

Now Old Man Schmelling was a formidable foe
But Ambling Alp was, too, at least that's what I'm told
But if you learn one thing, you've learned it well
Until you must get past yourself
They'll run but they can't hide

You must stick up for yourself, son
Never mind what anybody else done
Stick up for yourself, son
Never mind what anybody else done
Stick up for yourself, son
Never mind what anybody else done

And when those thunder clouds are crying in the skies, in the skies
And when those fireflies keep shining in your eyes, in your eyes
Keep your mind for the time, with your ass on the line
Keep your feet, feet sliding to the side, to the side

Now, the world can be an unfair place at times
But your lows will have their complement of highs
And if anyone should cheat you, take advantage of, or beat you
Raise your head and wear your wounds with pride

You must stick up for yourself, son
Never mind what anybody else done
Stick up for yourself, son
Never mind what anybody else done
Stick up for yourself, son
Never mind what anybody else done

Foals - Spanish Sahara

So I walked into the haze
And a million dirty ways
Now I see you lying there
Like a lie low losing air, air

Black rocks and shoreline sand
Still that summer I cannot bare
And I wipe the sand from my arms
The spanish sahara the place that you'd wanna

Leave the horror here
Forget the horror here
Forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and it's future dust
Forget the horror here
forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and it's future dust

Now the waves they drag you down
Carry you to broken ground
Though I find you in the sand
Wipe you clean with dirty hands

So god damn this boiling space
The spanish sahara the place that you'd wanna
Leave the horror here
Forget the horror here
Forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and it's future dust
I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head

Cause I am
I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head

Cause I am
I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
Cause I am

solo

Forget the horror here
Forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and then it's future dust
I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head

Cause I am
I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head

Cause I am
I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
Cause I am

Foals - Blue Blood

You've got the blood on your hands, I think it's my own.
We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores.
Of all the people, we could be two.
Then I bite my nails to the clip, run back home.

You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own.
You came at me in the middle of the night to show me my soul.
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you.
To come and free me, take me away.
To show me my home.
Where I was born.
Where I belong.

You've got the blood on your hands, I want you to know.
I hoped that you'd come and take me away, back to my home.
Of all the people, it had to be you.
Then I bite my nails to the clip, run back home.

You showed me.
Where to go.
To my home.
To my home.
So take me.
Through the roads.
That you know.
To my home.

You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own.
You came at me in the middle of the night to show me my soul.

You showed me.
Where to go.
To my home.
To my home.
So take me.
Through the roads.
That you know.
To my home.

(Come and help me accept it, affect it, protect it.
Come and help me accept it, it's always my home).
(Come and help me accept it, effect it, protect it.
Come and help me accept it, it's always my home).

You showed me.
Where to go.
To my home.
To my home.
So take me.
Through the roads.
That you know.
Where you know.

You showed me.
Where to go.
To my home.
To my home.
So take me.
Through the roads.
That you know.
To my home.

(Come and help me accept it, affect it, protect it.
Come and help me accept it, it's always my home).
(Come and help me accept it, effect it, protect it.
Come and help me accept it, it's always my home).

You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own.
We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores.
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you.
You showed me my way back home.
To where I was born.
Where I belong.
Where I belong

Marx and Religion

"La abolicion de la religion en cuanto dicha ilusoria del pueblo es necesaria para su dicha real. La exigencia de abandonar sus ilusiones sobre su situacion es la exigencia de que se abandone una situacion que necesita de ilusiones. La critica de la religion es, por lo tanto, en embrion, la critica del valle de lagrimas que la religion rodea de un halo de santidad.

La critica no arranca de las flores imaginarias para que el hombre soporte las cadenas sin fantasias ni consuelos, sino para que se despoje de ellas y pueda recoger las flores vivas."