The moment I wake up I'm already there
'cause I am obsessed by my vision
And if I would try one hundred thousand times
I'll still have to roll up that stone
Gravity grabs you by the hand and smiles
but who can contain your ambition?
and like a gambler's gamblin' all the time
you'll still have to roll up that stone
are you mother's favorite son?
Once you cross the borderline
the point of no return
you'll see the world through watchmen's eyes
you'll face the world as one
the borderline till kingdom come
should I stay or turn back home?
And still you'll keep rollin' that stone
are you mother's favorite son?
［humming］
The moment I wake up I'm already there
and I will complete my mission
and if I would try one hundred thousand times
I'll still have to roll up that stone
Once you cross that borderline
the point of no return
you'll see the world through watchmen's eyes
you'll face the world as one
and when it ends you'll have to burn
and then you'll reach the sun
And the kids, they'll be jugglin' your bones
while your soul will travel on alone
you'll ride that beam of light home
yeah...
With your mother and your brother
and your father and your sister
and the son of your daughter
will call you mister mister
with your brother and your sister
and the cousin of your father
and the neighbor of your uncle
and the babies they will bother
with the pink pony ridin' on the sky to the fountain
of a big big mountain that they call big big mama
Still you keep rollin' that stone
rollin' that stone all alone
rollin' that stone all alone
still you keep rollin' that stone
Opening quote:
"The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight.
They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor. "
Albert Camus
"The Myth of Sisyphus"
Ending:
All Sisyphus's silent joy is contained therein.
His fate belongs to him.
His rock is his thing
The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart.
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
