For 2000 years we've been clicking our jaws
while Jarmusch keeps 'em coming
like there's no one else,
and interference comes from every direction
mostly the square-ones
where we ditch our best friends
and start over from scratch.
You think we need, which
we do but from a page and a chime next to the window-
sill from the mountainside.
Everything that you want is sitting there
in our room, in piles.
I ain't going... you
can drag me by the hems, but I ain't going
to go to work no more.