Transitory Life - Laurie Anderson

It’s a good time far bankers and winners and sailors

With their stories of jackpots and islands of pleasure

They keep their treasures locked in Iron Mountain

Locked in Iron mountain

They’re sailing through this transitory life

They’re moving through this transitory life

It takes a Iong time far a mouse to realize he’s in a trap

But once he does, something inside him never stops trembling

And grandma in the pancake makeup she never wore in life

Lies there in her shiny black coffin looks just like a piano

She made herself a bed inside my ear

She made herself a bed inside my ear

And every night I hear

We’re sailing through this transitory life

We’re moving through this transitory life

When the doctor says: congratulations, it’s a boy!

Where do aII the dream baby girls, those possible pearls, go?

Lorrine and Susan with the brown eyes

And lovely Irene and difficult but beautiful Betty

And tiny tiny Juanita?

They’re sailing through this transitory life

They’re moving through this transitory life

Afraid to breathe, afraid to rise

We run and run in this transitory life

Tipped off balance we fall like Iight

We land on water in this transitory life

We fall like light on water and water turns to ice

Everything keeps changing in this transitory life

Everything keeps changing in this transitory life