Afterlife

Permanent Tourist

Final mix from the album “Space”.

Thanks to Jerry Goldsmith.

LYRICS:

We are all ghosts
We are all ghosts
We are all ghosts
who walk the Earth.

Everyone you see
Everyone you see
Everyone you see
and everyone you don’t see

Don’t know we’re dead
Don’t know we’re dead
Don’t know we’re dead
Through self-deception

people pretend
people pretend
people pretend
it turns out well

Don’t know what’ll happen after this
but I can hazard an educated guess:
We decay then we transform into dirt’
then we haunt it til the ground begins to hurt

Some might say
Some might say
Some might say
there’s method to madness

but how do they know
How do they know
How do they know
to tell the difference?

What do I care
What do I care
What do I care
what others are thinking

They are just ghosts
They are just ghosts
They are just ghosts
and I am living

Don’t know what’ll happen after this
but I can hazard an educated guess:
We decay then we transform into dirt’
then we haunt it til the ground begins to hurt
(We are all ghosts)

You’re never alone
You’re never alone

GHOST 1: You know what? I will bet you anything it’s genetic.

GHOST 2: It’s the subject of randomness versus determinism . . .

GHOST 1: He has me examined for, like bruises and hickeys, you know . . .

GHOST 3: So wonderful, isn’t it?

GHOST 4: If you’ve ever done business with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing.

GHOST 3: Haven’t you got any eyes? Have you forgotten what a star looks like?

GHOST 1: I fell asleep in the back of this guy’s car.

GHOST 4: Beware of whores who say they don’t want money.

GHOST 1: People came running from everywhere. They called cops.

GHOST 2: That’s a nice thought, right? Everything has a purpose.

GHOST 5: Everything leading up to this point has happened for a reason.

GHOST 2: Shit just happens.

GHOST 1: Oh God, I woke up. I started screaming.

GHOST 6: We are all ghosts.

GHOST 1: I started screaming.

GHOST 6: Don’t know what’ll happen after this
but I can hazard an educated guess:
We decay then we transform into dirt’
then we haunt it til the ground begins to hurt