the city is a trap
in which we fling our worries
and grasp for somebody's promise
of the good life
forever changing plans
restrained by envious spirits
and wanting to want to give in
and go for the country
my love will always be
of vibrent and dense traffic music
that fills me up when nothing is expected
the push
and the shock
the handshake that could be changing your direction
the mess
and the chaos
the sounds of someone close to falling apart
don't wake me from the dream
don't shake me from the notion
that the day will come
and I'll belong and not be lost
so far away from hell
from unpaid debts and world war
where my bare feet are walking on dew
whituot treading a needle
on a needle
the push
and the fall
the handshake to the change of your direction
the mess
and the chaos
the sounds of someone close to falling apart
in which we fling our worries
and grasp for somebody's promise
of the good life
forever changing plans
restrained by envious spirits
and wanting to want to give in
and go for the country
my love will always be
of vibrent and dense traffic music
that fills me up when nothing is expected
and the shock
the handshake that could be changing your direction
the mess
and the chaos
the sounds of someone close to falling apart
don't shake me from the notion
that the day will come
and I'll belong and not be lost
so far away from hell
from unpaid debts and world war
where my bare feet are walking on dew
whituot treading a needle
on a needle
and the fall
the handshake to the change of your direction
the mess
and the chaos
the sounds of someone close to falling apart
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I think it's more a wistful song about downshifting, leaving the city and modernity all their attendant worries, and moving to a place "where my bare feet are walking on dew without treading on needles". It also seems like he knows it's just a dream, that there are too many ties to the city life, no matter how unfulfilling he finds it. It's a great song.
i think you hit the nail on the head. this is really the anxiety of modernism, it seems to parallel kafka's stories of alienation in the city. there are some beautiful lines in this song. my favourite is "my love will always be /of vibrant and dense traffic music/ that fills me up when nothing is expected. i agree he wants to leave the city but realises it is impossible. In a sense all his desire has been reduced by the city and can now only be found in the incessant noise of traffic. maybe the dead quiet has become...
i think you hit the nail on the head. this is really the anxiety of modernism, it seems to parallel kafka's stories of alienation in the city. there are some beautiful lines in this song. my favourite is "my love will always be /of vibrant and dense traffic music/ that fills me up when nothing is expected. i agree he wants to leave the city but realises it is impossible. In a sense all his desire has been reduced by the city and can now only be found in the incessant noise of traffic. maybe the dead quiet has become frightening in itself, seeing that it opens the possibility of realising the meaningless of urban life. i like the reference to world war as well. it really seems kasper eistrup has stepped into the shoes of the average citizen post-world war I, maybe under the great depression?