The Passenger

I live with the feeling that I'm spending a lot of my time in the car, driving the same streets, heading down the same straight highway, getting off to climb back and start off again. And then parking. 

Anyway, I turn on the radio, which sounds pretty badly, but sometimes I am so lost in thought that I am not aware of the enervating interferences. I try to elaborate drawings in my head or I pretend to rearrange the future rooms of my future home. And so I spend the time in my car.

 

That's why I enjoy any time of quietness and contemplation. 

(And I give myself extra treats such as Depeapa's tote bag)

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Vivo con la sensación de que siempre estoy montandome en el coche, recorriendo las mismas calles, enfilando las mismas rectas, bajándome para volver a subir y vuelta empezar. Y aparcar.

El caso es que me pongo la radio, que se escucha mal, pero a veces voy tan ensimismada que no me doy cuenta de las enervantes interferencias. Intento elaborar dibujos en mi cabeza o reorganizar las futuras habitaciones de mi futura casa. Y así paso el rato en el coche.

Es por eso que disfruto de cualquier momento de silencio y contemplación.

(Y por lo que me autoregalo cosas bonitas como la bolsa de Depeapa)

Today's music:

Iggy Pop's The Passenger

I am the passenger and I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I am the passenger; I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped backsides
And everything looks good tonight
Singing la la la la la..

Get into the car, we'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Stars made for us tonight

Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sign and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singing la la la la..

Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride
Oh, oh, Singing la la la la lalalala