Dragi naši,

Suština pasijansa preispituje svoje postojanje u aktuelnom vremenu u kojem jedno jedino preostalo pitanje glasi “ko će koga, kad, kako i uostalom koliko puta”. U tom svetlu, zasad ćemo se svesti na džuboks i poneki lagani paroksizam. Pa kako nam bude.

Godinu 2018. na Suštini pasijansa otvaramo numerom sa albuma koji je, po mišljenju uglednog britanskog časopisa UNCUT, bio najbolji prethodne godine. Dakle, pred vama je grupa LCD Soundsystem i pesma “Tonite”, sa albuma American Dream (2017).

Ovo je pravi soundtrack za razmišljanje između redova.

American DreamA ako ne volite elektroniku u zvuku, podsećamo vas da zvuk čini maksimalno 49% rock’n’rolla. Pomučite se malo i pročitajte ovaj tekst.

Everybody’s singing the same song
It goes “tonight, tonight, tonight,
tonight, tonight, tonight”
I never realized these artists thought
so much about dying

But truth be told we all have the same end
Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
But I’m telling you
This is the best news you’re getting all week

Oh sure it’s ruling the airwaves
What remains of the airwaves
And we’re frankly thankful for the market psychology you’re hipping us to

And all the hits are saying the same thing
There’s only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
And life is finite
But shit, it feels like forever
It feels like forever

Oh is everybody feeling the same stuff?
We’re all wild
Except for you
And you know who you are
This is a love song

And you’re getting older
I promise you this; you’re getting older
And there’s improvements unless
You’re such a winner
That the future’s a nightmare
And there’s nothing I can do
Nothing anyone can do about this

And oh, I’m offering you a chance to get even
But oh, you know very well the dialect of negation
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
But that’s not right

And you’re too sharp to be used
Or you’re too shocked from being used
By these bullying children of the fabulous
Raffling off limited edition shoes

And what’s it you do again?
Oh I’m a reminder
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
Set to parry the cocksure of men’s sick filth
With my own late era middle-aged ramblings
Every lover favors the same things
It’s all “touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me tonight”
We maybe realize what it is we need before we die

And luck is always better than skill at things
We’re flying blind
Oh good gracious
I sound like my mom

But out of the little rooms and onto the streets
You’ve lost your internet and we’ve lost our memory
We had a paper trail that led to our secrets
But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
‘Till versions of versions of others repeating
Come laughing at everything we thought was important
While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
And reasonable people know better than you
That cost in the long run but they don’t know the short game
And terrible people know better than you
They’re used and abused of the once so dear listener
So you will be badgered and taunted and told that
You’re missing a party that you’ll never get over
You hate the idea that you’re wasting your youth
That you stood in the background oh until you got older
But that’s all lies
That’s all lies
It’s gonna have to be good enough,
I can’t do this anymore, my brain won’t work

Auh, jebote.