Song for Clay (Disappear Here)

Song for clay
I am trying to be heroic in an age of modernity
I am trying to be heroic 'cause all around me history sings
So I enjoy and I devour flesh and wine and luxury
But in my heart, I am lukewarm, nothing ever really touches me

At Les Trois Garçons we meet at precisely 9 o'clock
I order the foie gras and I eat it with complete disdain
Bubbles rise in champagne flutes but when we kiss I feel nothing
Feasting on sleeping pills and Marlboro Reds (self-pity won't save you)
Oh-oh, how-ow our parents, they suffered for nothing
Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream like the 80s never happened
People are afraid, are afraid to merge on the freeway
Disappear here
We stroll past the queue into the magazine launch party
I am handed a pill and I swallow with complete disdain
Kick-drum pounds off the high-hat, remember to look bored
We suck each others' faces and make sure we are noticed (cocaine won't save you)
Because East London is a vampire, it sucks the joy right out of me
How we long for corruption in these golden years
Oh-oh, how-ow our parents, they suffered for nothing
Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream like the 80s never happened
People are afraid, are afraid to merge on the freeway
Disappear here

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