Heavens. It was easier to write my second bachelor thesis than to prepare an interesting presentation. So I'm sitting here, racking (wrecking? wracking? ah ... you'll know what I mean) my brain and listening to music.
Here are some most cynical passages of "Sick of You", performed by Lou Reed. Cheerful melody, most sociocritical lyrics.
I was up in the morning with the TV blarin'
Brush my teeth sittin' watchin' the news
All the beaches were closed, the ocean was a red sea.
But there was no one there to part it in two.
The ozone layer has no ozone anymore.
And you're gonna leave me for the guy next door.
I'm sick of you.
They say the president's dead. No one can find his head.
It's been missing now for weeks.
But no one noticed it, he had seemed so fit!
I'm sick of it.
If you want to listen too, here's the song on YouTube (I've got no idea why the picture of this guy was chosen for the song, please excuse my ignorance):
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