Mozart: Die Zauberflöte, K.620 / Act 2: In diesen heil'gen Hallen...Tamino! - Pst!

歌詞

This is a story It's a true story It's a long story It's one of those blah, blah, blah, blah stories And the first five lines of this story Are definitely a lie Now I don't want to complain ‘cause I know where you're from but your boss he asked if I'm satisfied and I think you're barely done I told him you could have done a better job But the car still drives ok He said you can't find people to work with their Hands, and he sent me on my way As I drive down the highway Driving my 88 They'll soon be no one left to keep her running in this state And the state she's in is nothing like she used to be before They'll soon be no one left to keep things running anymore Tony came from Portugal He arrived at seventeen He learned to speak the language opened a shop And raised his family in between His son never helped him in the store He said, “TV repair is not for me” “I'm gonna make my living off this computer just like every one does dad you see.” And as I try to watch this video I've got no one to call ‘Cause the screen is white with voices But there is no picture at all And Tony's TV closed and circuit city won't repair But you might as well buy something new once You're already there An old man said “hey kid” “You don't know what it was like back then” Christ, I never thought at 34, I'd earn the right to say “I remember when” But maybe that's just how things go They get faster every day If you're not keeping up with the times Then are you just getting in the way? Or could it be we need people like me To help slow things down Like an anchor in a storm We tend to cling to solid ground Or maybe we should cast ourselves on currents and the tides Who cares where we're going We're just in it for the ride I don't want to complain No, I guess that's a lie I like to sit and bitch and play my guitar While time passes by