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Up and down the shining aislesThe all-night grocery store on MelroseDozens of us exiles from the mother-shipThe whole wide Western world is at our fingertipsThe while moon hangs high above the cityAnd while the night begins to flex its jawsWe meet up like a loos-knit congregationOr like spies who need to pass on informationHow much longer are we supposed to stay alive?Gathering by the Portuguese sardines in aisle fiveMounds of California avocadosLike offerings to an unresponsive godI wore my suit from Hong Kong to the store tonight'Cause it fits me just rightAnd suddenly the lights out in the parking lotBegin to burst like sodas under pressureOne by one they throw themselves against the night skyAnd almost unremarked upon the moment passes byThe one or two of usPoint our fingers outsideEyes glazed, mouths wideSongtexteListening to that still small voice within usDoesn't seem to do us any goodTry to take that in strideAnd try to let the moment slideAnd we fiddle with our cellphones Until our thumbs are soreAnd the music on the speakers overheadIs fainter than the voices of the deadHow much longerAre we supposed to stay alive?Gathering by the Portuguese sardines in aisle five Aus Songtexte Mania