Television is static. Yet so dramatic.
It makes your life oh so cosmic. Multiply the sets and the journey is tragic.
A stroll through the streets of New York. There's a swagger in the way that she walks.
But she'll never match the strut of a horse. In the country, it has its own course.
The sky is eternal. Fields are forever.
Time never ends. The folly is man.
Desert sands dance and advance. Man is fooled once again.
The end of time, the origins. Man searches for meaning in all of this.
I know it's only Thursday and all but of all the Thursday afternoons none feels more like a Friday afternoon than a Christmas Eve Thursday afternoon. It's practically Friday and that means it's time for the Friday afternoon cheerful tunes video in which we welcome the weekend with the happiest of all music videos!