
Date of issue: 09.02.2010
Song language: English
Diary of a Taxi Driver |
May 10th. |
Thank God for the rain, which has helped wash the garbage and the |
trash off the sidewalks. |
I’m workin' long hours now, six days a week. |
Sometimes seven days a week. |
It’s a long hustle, but it keeps me real busy. |
I can take in three, three fifty a week, sometimes even more if I do it off |
the meter |
All the animals come out at night. |
Buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies. |
Sick, venal. |
Someday a real rain will come that will wash all the scum off the |
streets |
I go all over. |
I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem, I don’t care. |
Don’t make no difference to me. |
It does to some. |
Some won’t even take spooks. |
Don’t make no difference to me. |
Each night when I return the cab to the garage, |
I have to clean the backseat. |
Some nights I clean off the blood. |
Twelve hours at work and I still can’t sleep. |
Damn. |
Days go on and on. |
It don’t end. |
All my life, meaning was a sense of someplace to go. |
I don’t believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention. |
I believe that someone should become a person like other people |
Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. |
In bars, in cars. |
Sidewalks, stores, everywhere. |
There’s no escape. |
I’m God’s lonely man |
June 8th. |
Life has taken another turn again. |
The days move on with regularity, |
over and over. |
Then suddenly, there is change |
June 29th. |
I gotta get in shape. |
From now on, I’m gonna do 50 push-ups every |
morning. |
Fifty pull-ups. |
From now on, it’ll be total organization. |
Every muscle must be tight. |
The idea had been growing in my brain for some |
time. |
True force. |
All the king’s men could not put it back together again |
You talkin' to me? |
You talkin' to me? |
You talkin' to me? |
Who the hell else are |
you talkin' to? |
You talkin' to me? |
Well, I’m the only one here. |
Who do you |
think you’re talkin' to? |
Oh, yeah? |
Huh |
Listen you screwheads, here’s a man who would not take it anymore. |
A man who stood up against the scum, the dogs, the filth. |
Someone who stood up |
Now I see it clearly. |
My whole life has pointed in one direction. |
I see that now. |
There never has been any choice for me |
Name | Year |
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Debussy: Suite bergamasque, L.75 - 3. Clair de lune ft. Bernard Herrmann, Claude Debussy | 2013 |