The Drones - Why Write a Letter That You'll Never Send [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
We don't send letters anymore
There ain't the time or place
But a friend of mine wrote something
Like a letter yesterday

It was smuggled through my inbox
Just this morning, 3AM
More impotent than important
Let me read it now; verbatim

He says: "I got that same old feeling
The one that turns the birds to brutes
The sky is like a bad dream
And the earth is in cahoots

I don't believe no one no more
I don't care what no one says
I just want to make the world
A much less painful place

We look fonder on the good old days
As they drift further away
But why if everyone feels so homesick
Are they always setting sail?

Cause it's all bad news up there on deck
And each headline masks the next
I'd just as soon dive in the ocean
And forgo the blood and sweat

And forgo all aspiration
And just put everyone at odds
If idle hands are the Devil's work
Then where's the time for Gods? Oh yeah

[Chorus]
Why write a letter that you'll never send away
(Why won't you)
Stay with me, wait and see
And all you need know
Nobody's perfect and their needs are always stark
(Stay with me)
Wait you'll see
And all you need know
Everybody's hurting and their needs are always stark
(Stay with me)
Stay with me

[Verse 2]
And who cares about wars of choice and lands
Where states indulge their passions
And all the new shoots just jack boot scoot
All dissent, out of fashion

Like Fred Astaires at film premieres
That is all about them
It's stirring stuff, transformative
I don't care where they're sent

And they're off kiss-chasing childish dreams
Of a privileged masculinity
Till they're spent by shock and discharged home
To small towns and big cities

And the rest of the type left are dying or dead
From just trying to be useful
They been handy in the years gone by
And they'll be handy in the future

And who cares for their survival
And who cares about the yanks
Who cares if they get overrun
By Chinese nukes and tanks

And who cares about the Holocaust
Man we didn't learn nothing there
And all it's memory does
Is keep the History Channel on air

And who cares about the Vatican
Man everybody knows
And who's surprised they went and choose
A Nazi for a Pope

And who cares about fakes like anarchists
Man they never want to dance
Let's mambo Mogadishu
Give Anarchy a chance

I'm saying life is cruel you know it's true
But all sides still try and recruit ya
For Shangri-Las as practical
As doing a Karma Sutra

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
And who cares if the starving millions
Know it's Christmas or your birthday
Or what movie stars in Africa or
The guy from U2 says

Or all the statesmen never telling lies
As truth or Gospel
Who cares what's true or false
The truth's the world won't go to hospital

But who needs to live forever
And who needs the extra miles
We won't need bees or seed banks
In the Arctic for a while

We play the game to start again
Not to better life for all
It's the appropriate opiate
When the better way's impossible

Some honesty now wouldn't go astray
And if not then what's the use
We're animals we can't help doing
What all animals do

So goodbye my friend I'm hitting send
Forgive me talking straigh
I'm only trying to make the world
A much less painful place

[Chorus]