Iggy Pop
The Passenger

THE REVIEW

...I am the passenger and I ride and I ride...

I drive through the night, a mild late March night.
I drive, but I am only a passenger.
It's happened again: the music waves from the radio push me back in time.

Twenty years in the span of notes from the guitar intro to the refrain.
One note, and I begin to float.
Two notes, and I dive in headfirst.
Ten notes, and it feels as if a hand is pushing me down, further down.
Will it be a journey without return?

...I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky...

In my liquid ceiling of melancholic and dark sounds, the stars and a crescent moon shine.
A killer moon, petrified in an eternal smile, sad and somewhat mocking.

... Yeah, the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight...

And I feel it, I feel that it is resurfacing from the maelström of consciousness, buried deep inside, the rage to live.

I relive the eternal moment, made only of the present, because in the past lie nameless fears, and the future does not exist.
Only the moment exists, the here and now.

The rage exists, and the desire exists.
The desire for nothingness.

The stars will fade, and when the night is darker than hell, our special guest will make his entrance.

No drum roll, he will sneak in, perform his number, and at the end of the show, just as he entered, he will leave quietly, and the curtain will close behind him.

Ladies and Gentlemen gathered here to witness the greatest show in the world, I have the pleasure of presenting you the terrible, grandiose, astounding Oblivion!

The absence. The negative pole. Le Grand Néant.

Let the Black Celebrations begin!

All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine.