Vi kunne ogs\u00e5 her have fejret The Cure’s Robert Smith i dag, men vi har ikke konfetti og fyrv\u00e6rkeri nok til alles f\u00f8dselsdage, s\u00e5 nu blev det alts\u00e5 kun Iggy Pops – tillykke James!<\/p>\n
THE PASSENGER<\/p>\n
I am the passenger
\n And I ride and I ride
\n I ride through the city’s backside
\n I see the stars come out of the sky
\n Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky
\n You know it looks so good tonight<\/p>\n
I am the passenger
\n I stay under glass
\n I look through my window so bright
\n I see the stars come out tonight
\n I see the bright and hollow sky
\n Over the city’s a rip in the sky
\n And everything looks good tonight<\/p>\n
Singin’ la la la la la-la-la la
\n La la la la la-la-la la
\n La la la la la-la-la la la-la<\/p>\n
Get into the car
\n We’ll be the passenger
\n We’ll ride through the city tonight
\n See the city’s ripped insides
\n We’ll see the bright and hollow sky
\n We’ll see the stars that shine so bright
\n The sky was made for us tonight<\/p>\n
Oh the passenger
\n How how he rides
\n Oh the passenger
\n He rides and he rides
\n He looks through his window
\n What does he see?
\n He sees the sided hollow sky
\n He see the stars come out tonight
\n He sees the city’s ripped backsides
\n He sees the winding ocean drive
\n And everything was made for you and me
\n All of it was made for you and me
\n ’cause it just belongs to you and me
\n So let’s take a ride and see what’s mine<\/p>\n
Singing…<\/p>\n
Oh, the passenger
\n He rides and he rides
\n He sees things from under glass
\n He looks through his window’s eye
\n He sees the things he knows are his
\n He sees the bright and hollow sky
\n He sees the city asleep at night
\n He sees the stars are out tonight
\n And all of it is yours and mine
\n And all of it is yours and mine
\n Oh, let’s ride and ride and ride and ride…<\/p>\n
Singing…<\/p>\n
\u00a9 Iggy Pop<\/p>\n