Laurie Anderson - Transitory Life lyrics
[Laurie Anderson - Transitory Life lyrics]
It's a good time far bankers
And winners and sailors
With their stories of jackpots
And islands of pleasure
They keep their treasures locked
In Iron Mountain locked in Iron mountain
They're sailing through this transitory life
They're moving through this transitory life
It takes a Iong time far a mouse
To realize he's in a trap but once he does
Something inside him never stops trembling
And grandma in the pancake makeup
She never wore in life
Lies there in her shiny black coffin
Looks just like a piano
She made herself a bed inside my ear
She made herself a bed inside my ear
And every night I hear
We're sailing through this transitory life
We're moving through this transitory life
When the doctor says: congratulations
It's a boy! Where do aI I the dream
Baby girls, those possible pearls, go?
Lorrine and Susan with the brown eyes
And lovely Irene and difficult
But beautiful Betty and tiny tiny Juanita?
They're sailing through this transitory life
They're moving through this transitory life
Afraid to breathe, afraid to rise
We run and run in this transitory life
Tipped off balance we fall like Iight
We land on water in this transitory life
We fall like light on water
And water turns to ice
Everything keeps changing in
This transitory life
Everything keeps changing in
This transitory life
And winners and sailors
With their stories of jackpots
And islands of pleasure
They keep their treasures locked
In Iron Mountain locked in Iron mountain
They're sailing through this transitory life
They're moving through this transitory life
It takes a Iong time far a mouse
To realize he's in a trap but once he does
Something inside him never stops trembling
And grandma in the pancake makeup
She never wore in life
Lies there in her shiny black coffin
Looks just like a piano
She made herself a bed inside my ear
She made herself a bed inside my ear
And every night I hear
We're sailing through this transitory life
We're moving through this transitory life
When the doctor says: congratulations
It's a boy! Where do aI I the dream
Baby girls, those possible pearls, go?
Lorrine and Susan with the brown eyes
And lovely Irene and difficult
But beautiful Betty and tiny tiny Juanita?
They're sailing through this transitory life
They're moving through this transitory life
Afraid to breathe, afraid to rise
We run and run in this transitory life
Tipped off balance we fall like Iight
We land on water in this transitory life
We fall like light on water
And water turns to ice
Everything keeps changing in
This transitory life
Everything keeps changing in
This transitory life