Magazine - Holy Dotage [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The inessentials of my soul
Like flies I dropped them
Oh, I let them go
Because nothing would've stopped them

In my holy dotage
More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever
In my holy dotage
More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever

I slowly absorb the news
But I absorb it wrong
And instead of getting weaker
Yes I just got strong

They say history never really repeats itself
But it nearly always rhymes
Fresh from the narrative of the universe
Here they come - crisp new designs

Dim, diminished seventh of myself
My fat mouth is slobbering on
The inessentials of my soul
I've reduced them to one

In my holy dotage
More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever
In my holy dotage
More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever

Fresh from the narrative of the universe
Here they come - crisp new designs

In my holy dotage
More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever
In my holy dotage
More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever
In my holy dotage
More mortal than ever, more mortal than ever