Welcome to Seoul, South Korea. Where everybody drinks and few to none dance. Basically the antithesis of who I am as a person.
I have never seen a country more in need of ecstasy tablets. When someone DOES make an effort to bust it I am inclined to yell WOOOOOH like the obnoxious American that I am and start applauding them vigorously.
How can you not dance when the bass is so loud your veins get confused? Most of the club-goers move about the same as I do on a crowded subway when my headphones are serving me up something particularly rousing. A bob of the head. A bit of foot-tapping.
I hope Thailand has less shy people.
I can’t imagine it could possibly have more.
It’s not contagious, take off the gloves
here are some lyrics for you.
I’ve got a flask inside my pocket
We can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious
I will try to do the same
Well we might die from medication
But we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening
By the morning seems insane
-Lua, Bright Eyes
I live by the word until I die by your sword
Even when I’m dead my head will live inside your RCA cords
I wait for the right time, but it resembled now-a-days
Descended on the Earth to put an end to all your holidays
The assassin covered in plain clothes
Smothered the sunlight and set flame to your rainbows
And then came the storm (and then came the storm)
Bewildered those that didn’t contemplate
Fake disguised as the norm (as the norm)
And when the smoke evaporated and the damage was assessed
The casualities were counted as they looked upon the mess
As they focused they eyes on the horizon, who’da guessed?
All that stood atop the hill was number seven silhouette
-Atmosphere, Tears for the sheep
when did you stop believing