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
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.