my life is a refridgerator by Dada Peng
my life is a refridgerator
and my mind is just a record store
I live just like a mars invader
and know the sun and all the shores
from which I came
because you are not the one to blame
still I fill my cup with sorrow
not because I fear tomorrow
but because the blue is fading away
and I know you are not going to stay
with me forever more
because my life is a refridgerator
and my mind is just a record store
that opens up from nine 2 seven
breaks and murders at 5 to 11
comes close to jesus at a quarter to ten
and then….
nothing
no blaze no gold or glimmer
just you,
just me,
just chicken,
just dinner
the world`s like a big boop
my words… going on and on
spinning a loop
U know I´m not the system
I`m a bitch and a beggar
a dime, a dollar, not less, not more
but my life is a fucking refridgerator
and my mind is an open record store
