My eyes they are twin engine aircraft
and the wind is blowing the rain against the window
While I'm awaiting for new sounds coming to me
New plastic ideas for all of my new friends
And just like when you never want to talk to anybody
There is always somebody for asking you
What do you think of the weather ?
And how it has to be
Will it rain enough?
And the sun shine as I need?
Track Name: Marangoni
All these things mean all to me
The smell of her lips
The strength of a bliss
The sun ray reflecting on the glass
The tears of my wine
the shout of this woman
The graveyard of my senses isn’t born yet
And I’m raising my eyes to the sky
But I don’t pray
There are these people running through the street
I don’t ever see one, I am
The light off of a blink
I sometimes feel so small
I don’t want to go quick
This is how it has to be
Not as it should
The remembrance of what we said
will tear us apart from what we’re doing now
Someone told me yesterday
And I ask myself again,
how human is able
to feel like a small hurt animal
So many years I’ve been working on
Track Name: It's Funny
It's funny (Charles Bukowski)
Switching the tv channels
You get all the faces and there's never the right face
It's an unfloding horror
More of less
Faces that speak what they have been stuffed with
How did they get inside the glass?
Who put them there?
Is there nothing else?
A world to have?
A world to save?
These are not my people
Where have my people gone?