Said.....the music frees me

Something inside breaks and gets out

You know what I mean

like a desert sun that burns the skin

a shout at the desert

will the rain come?

I feel like an outlaw

Riding free against all odds

whoever stops me gets the prize

an aphrodisiac for the mind

and a sad excuse for everything else

(bloody ghosts...I ought to shoot you all)

They said you were a shaker

A false angel with no wings

and...everytime...

seems like...

you're not there....

The sea seems endless

Ir cries blood....

everytime the wind caresses you....

them salty teardrops never seem to find a way home

a dream stealer

that's what I am

....an angel too?

I guess not.

The stars lie all in my head....restless

but I kiss the world now and then..

my own world of course...

shake shake shake....

your dreams upside down..

the slowliness of my responses to you

are driving you crazy

like a slow fire....

burning the crusty bits out of you....

and under the same old sun...may your Lord have mercy on us.

In this ceremony of losers.