Depois de "Viaje o mundo sentado" e "Viva a vida ao extremo", a indústria automo-publicitária inventou mais uma esquizofrenia para seus produtos. A propaganda do Fiat Adventure (sempre a Fiat!) lançou o slogan: "Você precisa de mais contacto com a natureza" com vinhetas de funcionários de colarinho branco redescobrindo o sol e as plantas em seu escritório em uma espécie de thaumazein coletivo inverso; o espanto pela miséria de sensações e experiências.
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone in an aeroplane
Falling asleep against the window pane
My blood will THICKEN.
I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and
pain
I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?
My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
I'm lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to
happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.
Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
Where are you when I need you?
They brought in the C.I.A.
The tanks, and the whole marines to blow me away
To blow me sky high.
My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
I'm lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to
happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen.
