Død, død og atter død. I går fik jeg også beskeden om en fhv. kollegas pludselige død. 2016 har sandelige fået en morbid start. Og er en påmindelse om dødens banale og uforståelige realitet, som vi alle må forholde os til.
Life’s like a mayonnaise soda
And life’s like space without room
And life’s like bacon and ice cream
That’s what life’s like without youLife’s like forever becoming
But life’s forever dealing in hurt
Now life’s like death without living
That’s what life’s like without youLife’s like Sanskrit read to a pony
I see you in my mind’s eye strangling on your tongue
What good is knowing such devotion
I’ve been around, I know what makes things runWhat good is seeing eye chocolate
What good’s a computerized nose
And what good was cancer in April
Why no good, no good at allWhat good’s a war without killing
What good is rain that falls up
What good’s a disease that won’t hurt you
Why no good, I guess, no good at allWhat good are these thoughts that I’m thinking
It must be better not to be thinking at all
A Styrofoam lover with emotions of concrete
No not much, not much at allWhat good is life without living
What good’s this lion that barks
You loved a life others throw away nightly
It’s not fair, not fair at allWhat’s good?
Oh, baby, what’s good?
What’s good?
What’s good?
Not much at allHey, baby, what’s good?
(What’s good?)
What’s good?
(What’s good?)
What’s good?
(What’s good?)
Not much at allWhat’s good?
(What’s good?)
What’s good?
(Life’s good)
Life’s good
(Life’s good)
What’s good?
(Life’s good)
But not fair at all