’Like a Dog chasing Cars’

by M. N. G. Einstein∗

16. March, 2014

Un part de suite ’Le Chevalier Noir’, un idée dans ’Les fleurs du mal’de Charles Baudelaire.

In remeberence of T. S. Eliot and ’The Hollow Men’.

∗Any usage is only allowed with my full name and my written agreement. The pdf is free to/for share!

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Like a Dog chasing cars -

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As I sat in the train, reading through my physics books, tired and more, while thefields passed swiftly − and the lights flew rapidly − by, my thoughts were chasingone another, sprinting to the beat, that was drumed (as usual) by the music onmy (I)phone. Suddenly, all the impressions merged together, when this song cameon:

Like a Dog chasing Cars

Rada-da-da-da-da-twiiiiing-da-da-da-da-da-dahhhhh . . .

Like a Dog chasing Cars,that, is what we are,through this world of endless wars,in the twilight, of these old time stars.

. . . daaaaaa-da-da-da-da-dahhhhh-da-da-da-da-da-da . . .

On the run like the flight to the ford instantly,the speed increases very gently, but constantly,the wind whistles overloudly in our ears,and we are free, from all smashing fears.

. . . twiiiiing-da-daaaaa-tatatwiiiiing-da-daaaaa-da-da . . .

The pulsating heart is on the verge of collapse,without any breathing, the pressing lungs lapse,pain shivers like hell, through arms and legs,while the noise, accumulates in thunderdregs.

. . . tam-tam-daa-dah-dah-rah-tam-da-dah-da-tam-tam . . .

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. . . tam-tam-daa-dah-dah-rah-tam-da-dah-da-tam-tam . . .

Freedom without choice, vision without clearance,steady on the run, illustrious without appearance,dreams without their fulfillment, living without being alive,addicted without drugs, although we need them to survive.

. . . dihdihdih-dam-titwingtitwing-dam-dah-rah-dada-dam . . .

So we invert the stream,we create the dream,we follow the cream,we have great esteem,

. . . rada-da-da-rada-da-da-rada-da-da-rada-da-da-dam . . .

bowing to nobody, not now, not ever,we can not stop, we do not stop − never,as the knife in the dark,the streetsounds bark,

. . . dam-dada-dada-ram-dada-dada-dt-dt-dam-dada . . .

left with nothing in this all lightconsuming darkness,the beautiful mind torn, tint, thirl in a great starkness,broken beyond repair, in a swallowing world,so the spear of heartblooded sweat has pearled,

. . . ra-da-da-dt-dt-da-da-dt-dt-da-da-dt-dt-da-ram . . .

souls like shattered shields,and experts in all the fields,minds broken as splintered swords,but still considered as nervy-nerds!

. . . dam-dam-da-da-dam-dam-da-da-rada-da-da-twing . . .

. . . dah-dah-rah-da-da-dah-dah-rah-dada-dam-dam . . .

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. . . dam-dam-da-da-dam-dam-da-da-rada-da-da-twing . . .

. . . dah-dah-rah-da-da-dah-dah-rah-dada-dam-dam . . .

faster and faster, the pace enhance furthermorewe do not give up, nor stand we still evermore,that is what we are,like a Dog, chasing Cars.

. . . dam-dam-daa-ram-daa-daa-dam-daa-daa-ram-dam . . .

. . . dah-dah-rah-dwing-dwing-dah-dah-rah-dam-dam-dam . . .

. . . dam-dam-dahrah-dam-dam-dahrahrahrah-dam-dam!

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