Everything I say is immaterial, immaterial, oh
Everything you say is so ethereal, I have your letters pinned on my board
You used to say I took the words so serious, now I’m serious, oh
I’m changing now but I know its too late for it, now I pay for it on the floor
I’m too late for it
Now, I pay for it
I beg you to talk, but now you’re as good as gone
I got up and walked, now I’m a lonesome clown
Everything we say is immaterial, immaterial, oh
We both look like we’re at a fucking funeral, I miss the usual, I don’t know
I’ve never lost somebody who was meaningful in an evening-full
I hate to see the feelings aren’t mutual but now I pay for it on the floor
I’m too late for it
Now, I pay for it
I paved the way for it
Now, I pay for it
I beg you to talk but now you’re as good as gone
I got up and walked, now I’m a lonesome clown
Oh, is this forever? Is this forever?
Oh, is this forever? Is this forever?
David Dean Burkhart, I just had to write this comment to express my undying devotion to you and your channel. I find some of the most hypnotic, eclectic, obscure pieces of music thanks to your uploads. I adore your existence and I imagine you as a beautiful man that I sometimes meet in my daydreams listening to these songs.
Love forever,
Gabriel
this song and footage from Rebells of the Neon God perfect match each other, making an beatiful atmosphere of loneliness. I just remember how i was a teenager and spent hours and hours walking alone through the city without destination.
Miss the video by Cyborg very much, it was my favorite video in whole internet
Lyrics:
Everything I say is immaterial, immaterial
Everything you say is so ethereal, I have your letters pinned on my board
you used to say I took the words so serious, now I'm serious
I'm changing now but I know its too late for it, now I pay for it on the floor
I'm too late for it
now, I pay for it
I beg you to talk but now you're as good as gone
I got up and walked, now I'm a lonesome clown
Everything we say is immaterial, immaterial
We both look like we're at a fucking funeral, I miss the usual, I don't know
I've never lost somebody who was meaningful in an evening-full
I hate to see the feelings aren't mutual but now I pay for it on the floor
I'm too late for it
now, I pay for it
I paved the way for it
now, I pay for it
I beg you to talk but now you're as good as gone
I got up and walked, now I'm a lonesome clown
Oh, is this forever, is this forever?
Oh, is this forever, is this forever?