living in a no time/no space dimension
is very awkward
no feather to scratch my belly there
no topless waitress to attend my ego's show
very funny when the clown bangs his drum
he's not violent at all
his smooth caress will not rust my good will
what am I gonna do with this ?
just enjoy my good will
and dance all night long
many days gone by
a few extra footprints on the path
where is the sunshine ?
how does it smell ?
how many rays on the floor ?
I'll light an incense stick up
I'll lie on the ground
my bones my skeleton my flesh
are not mine
I'll be happier
when the bell rings
there is no blood dripping
from my tap
just flowers poking theirs heads
I'm sure I can worship
any kind of angels
in this so oh so transparent air
anything can happen
let anything happen
take it as it comes
I won't move
I'll be patient
waiting for your skin
and some sweet talk
come and see me
we'll drink milk
we'll eat honey
we'll remember
and forget
the days gone by
a what ?
a ... Poet ?
a ... poet ?
what's this ?
they say a poet is an outlandish joker
telling us real or unreal lies
from a dreamland
over the rainbow
not true
no acrobat can claim
being a poet
a poet is a vision
vision by day
vision by night
visions of the night
a poet is a vision
the one and only sensible vision
in a world gone mad insane cruel
would you do shopping in such a universe ?
would you buy your diamonds there ?
you couldn't survive without the poet's vision
but you don't listen to him
but you don't read him
but you don't pay attention to him
his action is invisible
he protects the planet from an hydrogen bomb blast
mankind is not aware of this blessing
good for the butcher and the baker their earth is solid
the poet's ground is nowhere to be touched
he looks at the world
writes
then laughs at it
he laughs at the world
writes
then looks at it
he's not a fallen angel
he's a nightwatcher
he's a weightwatcher
he'll tell you when you grow fat
give him danger
when he's asleep
he'll wake you up as well
he hasn't got any word
in his shopping cart
he just hold the energies
he waits on them
he can't get no satisfaction
that's his reward his grace
another kind of priest
he isn't even sure he'll still be a poet
tomorrow
risky
a poet a vision
a vision a poet
