Restless
v4
@Fredy Grosser
2025-04-07 10:45
Restless
v4
@Fredy Grosser
2025-04-07 10:45
Lyrics
My wife has been waiting for years for me to come home, yes, yes. I've been everywhere. It's beautiful everywhere. I'm a nomad. Always on the road. I can't stay in one place, I'd go crazy in an office. Just looking at the lunatics at their computers. These guys harass me because they know exactly where I am now. That didn't happen before, because... I could take breaks. Now they follow me with this system.
My wife, she waits and waits until I arrive, until I arrive at the cemetery. Anemones, anemones, only anemones. Yes, they were her favourite flowers when we were still so happy and... but she got sick because I was always on the road for so long. Always these long distances.
You become a philosopher when you're on the road for so long. You think about your life, and you come to some very interesting conclusions: they're everywhere with their computers.
Now I'm alone and I always go to the cemetery. That's how it is, yes-yes. I can't recommend this job. It used to be wonderful, I could drive freely, I was a free man. It was called Tehran, and then I set off and arrived sometime. Those were wonderful times in Tehran, beautiful times in Tehran. And then I drove even faster, home to my darling and to the beautiful garden. Anemones, anemones. My wife's name was Roswitha, but I always called her Mausi.
Do you still care about that? A lonely life, what should I do with the money without love.
When I come home to my lonely apartment: remote control, click-clack-click-clack. This programme and that programme and again... and everywhere people are being cheated. Everywhere you are being shadowed and I know who is behind it. Nobody believes it anymore, the Antichrist who wants us all to consume until we go crazy. Consumption, nothing comes of it, you just get sick. Possessions are so hollow, hollow and the joy is so short-lived. As soon as I've bought something, I'm sad because the anticipation was much greater. I don't buy anything anymore. Through consumption you shall be happy ha ha ha.
Well, I'm getting tired, I'm... Do you find it interesting when someone talks about their job? What do you do?
My wife, she waits and waits until I arrive, until I arrive at the cemetery. Anemones, anemones, only anemones. Yes, they were her favourite flowers when we were still so happy and... but she got sick because I was always on the road for so long. Always these long distances.
You become a philosopher when you're on the road for so long. You think about your life, and you come to some very interesting conclusions: they're everywhere with their computers.
Now I'm alone and I always go to the cemetery. That's how it is, yes-yes. I can't recommend this job. It used to be wonderful, I could drive freely, I was a free man. It was called Tehran, and then I set off and arrived sometime. Those were wonderful times in Tehran, beautiful times in Tehran. And then I drove even faster, home to my darling and to the beautiful garden. Anemones, anemones. My wife's name was Roswitha, but I always called her Mausi.
Do you still care about that? A lonely life, what should I do with the money without love.
When I come home to my lonely apartment: remote control, click-clack-click-clack. This programme and that programme and again... and everywhere people are being cheated. Everywhere you are being shadowed and I know who is behind it. Nobody believes it anymore, the Antichrist who wants us all to consume until we go crazy. Consumption, nothing comes of it, you just get sick. Possessions are so hollow, hollow and the joy is so short-lived. As soon as I've bought something, I'm sad because the anticipation was much greater. I don't buy anything anymore. Through consumption you shall be happy ha ha ha.
Well, I'm getting tired, I'm... Do you find it interesting when someone talks about their job? What do you do?
Style of Music
ambient, announcer, man, trumpet
