Wildfire smoke, Jaspar National Park

What a strange song. Reminds me of a couple guys …

I know that I’m not doing great
But you’re almost translucent
You’ve taken it all too far and it was beautiful
The spirit in your swimming pool
Man, she’s got it in for you
Cherry might just drive on by
Next time you’re turning blue
We’ll move to Berlin
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll cycle and swim
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll rent an efficiency
You’ll take the serious guise
I’ll be the idiot
We’ll cycle to the studio
In our jeans and our leg-warmers
We’ll cycle to the discotheque
Then we’ll cycle home
LA is so 1975
We’ve got to get out – how are we still alive?
No more limousines
No more endless white nights
We’ll move to Berlin
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll cycle and swim
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll enter society
You’ll take the serious guise
I’ll be the idiot
We’ll find a better speed of life
In the cafes and the galleries
Just a pair of modern guys
Escaping history
We’ll move to Berlin
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll cycle and swim
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll rent an efficiency
You’ll take the serious guise
I’ll be the idiot
LA is so 1975
We’ve got to get out – how are we still alive?
No more limousines
No more endless white lines
How are we still alive?
How are we still alive?
How are we still alive?