Problems With Pleasure Songtext
von No Weather Talks

we′ve settled for the plastic future
scabbed knees, still believing in counterculture
in a life outside
the great divide, the better side
emancipation as the rising tide
or just a place to hide


whoever seeks soul instead of gold
joy not pleasure
upon coming home
whoever dances the night away
wakes to the trivial next day

we think that we might have a future
still believing in counterculture
only privilege can buy
a life outside
commodified
liberation as the rising tide
or just a place to hide