Letras: Imani Coppola. Weather Report.

10.38
I am running late
Already aggravated
I am tired and frustrated

12.59
And everything's going fine
Skip the line and pay my dime
To buy a little sunshine

And the world needs batteries
Just to give you what you need
And some pleasure
(Sell a look like a vacation?)

And the plane-man makes the bird
And the bird no longer flies
Heavy with the weight of (rich?)
Too many years inside a cage

Yesterday's great and tomorrow's full of sorrow

Today, I'm gonna shut the world down
I'm gonna turn the switch off
(Aiming?) for the clock
Sorry for the inconvenience

2.22
The sky is turning blue
Gotta walk the dog, gotta pay the bills
It's a pretty fine day for a barbecue

4.33
I see what's on TV
A new celebrity whose name is Monica Lewinsky

And the world seems constipated
We have argued and debated
Seems America's political, jaded

And the boatman makes the fish
And the fish no longer swims
One too many oil spills
(Desire?) has gone and lost its will

Yesterday's great and tomorrow's full of sorrow

Today, I'm gonna shut the world down
I'm gonna turn the switch off
(Aiming?) for the clock
Sorry for the inconvenience

8.24
Can't think anymore
Too much information
Not enough communication

9.31
I'm not having fun
I'm sick of people, sick of places
Sick of all these ugly faces

And my mind is claustrophobic
I've become agoraphobic
I am now petrified to go outside

And the life of (milk?) and sun
And the sun no longer shines
By a burn-out long ago
And all the stars have turned to coal

Yesterday's great and tomorrow's full of sorrow

Today, I'm gonna shut the world down
I'm gonna turn the switch off
(Aiming?) for the clock
Sorry for the inconvenience