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I pity inanimate objectsBecause they can't moveFrom specks of dust to paperweightsOr a pound note sealed in resinPlastic Santas in perpetual underwater snowstormsSculptures that appear to be movingBut aren'tI feel sorry for them allWhat are they thinkingWhen they arrive at a placeDo they sigh with disappointmentAnd when they leaveDo they have regrets?Is a sofa as happy in one cornerAs it is in anotherAnd how does the room feel about it?I pity inanimate objectsI pity inanimate objectsI pity inanimate objectsI pity them allPhysics isn't fairIs a tree as a rocking horseAn ambition fulfilledAnd is the sawdust jealous?I worry about these thingsPeppercorns don't moveSongtexteUntil they contaminate the ice-creamThree weeks laterIs the gold in Fort Knox happy gold?I care about these thingsSome things are better left aloneGrains of sand prefer their own companyBut magnets are two facedNo choice for sugarBut what choice could there beBut to drown in coffee or to drown in teaThe frustrations of being inanimateMaybe its better that wayThe fewer the moving partsThe less there is to go wrongI wonder about these thingsI pity inanimate objectsI pity inanimate objectsI pity inanimate objectsI pity them all Aus Songtexte Mania