Iggy Pop: The Passenger
GLI EXTRA DELLE CCG / AWS EXTRAS / LES EXTRAS DES CCG| Original | Ecco la poesia di Jim Morrison a cui si รจ ispirato Iggy Pop |
| IGGY POP: THE PASSENGER I am a passenger And I ride and I ride I ride through the city's backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am the passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city's ripped-back sky And everything looks good tonight Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la Get into the car We'll be the passenger We'll ride through the city tonight See the city's ripped backsides We'll see the bright and hollow sky We'll see the stars that shine so bright The sky was made for us tonight Oh, the passenger How, how he rides Oh, the passenger He rides and he rides He looks through his window What does he see? He sees the silent hollow sky He see the stars come out tonight He sees the city's ripped backsides He sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you and me 'Cause it just belongs to you and me So let's take a ride and see what's mine Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la Oh, the passenger He rides and he rides He sees things from under glass He looks through his window's eye He sees the things he knows are his He sees the bright and hollow sky He sees the city asleep at night He sees the stars are out tonight And all of it is yours and mine And all of it is yours and mine So let's ride and ride and ride and ride Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la Singin' la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la | IGGY POP: THE PASSENGER A room moves over a landscape, uprooting the mind, astonishing vision. A gray film melts off the eyes, and runs down the cheeks. Farewell. Modern life is a journey by car. The Passengers change terribly in their reeking seats, or roam from car to car, subject to unceasing transformation. Inevitable progress is made toward the beginning (there is no difference in terminals), as we slice through cities, whose ripped backsides present a moving picture of windows, signs, streets, buildings. Sometimes other vessels, closed worlds, vacuums, travel along beside to move ahead or fall utterly behind. |
