The Farm

Out of this coma

Will you walk me with you my precious…?
Forgive me not, if you knows not how to murder false innocence
There is a place in them hearts
They breathe no green winds
They rain in Liquid Petroleum to replace the olive winds...
And why not my love…..?
Ain’t it so soft like a light blue stream…?
blind man never dares the poltergeist beings

Do you know,
the name of true love…?
Do you hear them DJs…
How they play it with tombs
and vowels hung from above…..?

So have you heard
the name of true love….?
The great old Bob Dylan sang the wildest old song
The answer he sang is ‘blowing in them winds’
But the answer my friend is not blowing in the wind

So did you find the name of true love…?
Here it is carved… on a shining Mercedes Benz, brand new and warm
And when you are down with your sleeves no one to hear you listen…
drowning in your backyard shores
porn... isn't it your religion and correct me if I’m wrong... you are wrong…

‘A drowning man is not troubled by rain’
Love of my name… is chaste insane
The deserts they ride on the cold glacier winds
Can three mighty banks…
Keep a river from drowning its own water streams……?

So the Americans they make the canoes of Dollar debt,
to keep us safe from the canoes of Dollar debt
They pull down the rope, to land on the moon with ease
Shall we fertilize its soil and start a newborns farm the great right-wing deal….?

Democracy for the Earth
so never them frogs, jump backwards when they are big….
war against war they silently scream….
Seek for W.M.Ds where the children merrily sleep, on rainbows with green horses, dancing over the seas…
And yes we are the empty sacks… that can not stand up on its rotten feet