Fake Plastic Trees

Posted: May 16th, 2006 | Author: | Filed under: Ce-am mai văzut, citit, auzit | No Comments »

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Cel mai des intr-o zi imi vad propriile maini. Apoi oamenii. Vad in fiecare zi multi oameni, as vrea sa pot tine minte toate fetele lor. Am uneori impresia ca totul se opreste, freeze frame si toti oameniii acolo, impreuna, o masa de carne si ganduri, multe griji, mult chin, poate si bucurie, treaba, alergatura, riduri, vieti intregi. Dupa care totul porneste din nou, autobuzele pufaie, tramvaiele scartaie, automobilele claxoneaza, pietonii se grabesc, numai ca in mintea mea e inca freeze frame.

Ai putea invata multe daca ai face asta mai des. Numai ca cine dracu ar vrea sa tina minte toate fetele pe care le-a vazut si sentimentele pe care i le-au trezit?

Mai ales in generatia PVC. Lumi de plastic, copaci de plastic, sentimente de plastici, amagiri peste amagiri asa incat ajungi sa nu te mai cunosti si sa nu mai recunosti ce e real si ce e make belief. Sunt sau nu sunt de blamat oamenii astia? Pana la urma, fericirea lor poate ca nu e autentica, dar este. Si este, cel mai important, autentica pentru ei. Mai grav e cand depresiile tale sunt si ele de plastic. Cand in fiecare noapte in patul tau perfect aranjat, in camera ta la linie, in lumea ta perfecta, incepi sa te gandesti ca nu e bine sau ca daca e bine sigur nu va fi mai tarziu.

Zambete de plastic ascunse dupa termopane fumurii. Oameni in cochilii de plastic, tarandu-le pe strazi in fiecare zi. Fiecare zi, o noua dara pe asfaltul vietii.

Her Green plastic watering can
For her fake chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans.
to get rid of itself.
And It Wears Her Out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out.

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyreneman
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And It Wears Him Out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My Fake Plastic Love.
But I can’t help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And It Wears Me Out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could BE who you wanted
If I could BE who you wanted,
All the time, all the time, ohhh… ohh…



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