More songs by Greg Freeman
Description
Life is sometimes like an old record - it spins and spins, and then suddenly jumps to the last track. The light that used to surround you on all sides now wanders blindly, like a merchant who has lost his way. The clock strikes the same chimes - either about “here” or already about “there.”
And amid this strange balance between “still” and “no longer,” a dance is born - a little bitter, a little beautiful. Two steps toward eternity, with a slight smile toward all the junk of the past.
Director, cinematographer, and editor: Guy Kozak
Lyrics and translation
Original
Light spent your life wrapping all around you
And always finding your form
And now it drifts like some blind-drunk salesmen
Looking for you door to door
Your clock beat twice
But they sounded the same
One for every being here
And one closer to going away
Bent down at the bench of your body
I got confused by the view
Most-men live-and die by the same rules baby
But fate has made itself a story out of you
This life don’t quit
You know as well as me
And with one last look back at all the bullshit
You two-stepped to eternity