One should always be drunk. that's all that matters: that's our one imperative need. so as not to feel time's horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk witCeasing. but what with? with wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. but get drunk. and if, at some time, on the steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitudeOur room, you are waking up when drunkeness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, a star, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which singsThat which speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply: "it is time to get drunk! so that you may not be the martyred slaves of time,Drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! with wine, with poetry, or with vitrtue, as you choose!"

the next time you hear of me
it will be in one of those magazines
you know the kind
they plaster your face everywhere
and then you won't be able to escape me
I'll forever be an image following your mind