The rich don't have to kill to eat. They 'employ' people, as they call it. The rich don't do evil themselves. They pay. People do all they can to please them, and everybody's happy. They have beautiful women, the poor have ugly one's. Clothing aside, they're the product of centuries. Easy to look at. well fed, well washed. After all these years life can boast no greater accomplishment.
Its no use trying, we slide, we skid, we fall back into the alcohol that preserves the living dead, we get nowhere. It's been proved. Endless waves of useless beings keep rising from deep down in the ages to die in front of our noses, and yet here we stay, hoping for something... We're not even capable of thinking death through.
The women of the rich, well fed, well lied to, well rested, tend to be good looking. That's a fact. And maybe, after all, its enough. How do i know? Maybe that's a reason for living.
Anyway... some footage and an interview from our Tramlines appearance at The Bowery can be viewed here. Maybe the Heebie Jeebies are a reason for living?
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