2021.02.08.
The Rebel
I just got out of the Bouvillon
heading for the Café Campus
What looks cooler, you'd say
My long hair or my T-shirt?
Peace and love
L.S.D.
Dapper Dan
U.S.A.
I drive a beat up Chevy
With the glove compartment full of tickets
The bourgeois would like to kill me
When I leave them behind, beeping
Peace and love
L.S.D.
Travel
G.M.C.
I go the nicest, most English
University
That's accounting I study
I won't have no pick-and-shovel job
Peace and love
L.S.D.
P.h. D.
Protest!
I like listening to Led Zeppelin
On my colour stereo
Sitting on the floor with Pauline
We get naked, and then we cry
Peace and love
L.S.D.
HIt parade
R.C.A.
We smoke Mexican Gold
It is the best pot ever sold
Twenty-five buck and ounce, pretty cheap
My mother pays for it, no me!
Peace and love
L.S.D.
T.H.C.
Freedom
People ask me who I am
Why I'm such a rebel
I say unto you, verily, verily
I want to rebuild society
Peace and love
L.S.D.
Hippy, hippy
Hurrah!
2017.09.19.
The President's March
A president is going hunting
The field is too big,
The sun is too white
The wind is too high
Too soon, a child...
Playing with his toothache,
Playing with his eye to see inside
He's biting grains of sand with his eyes
In front of the silent concrete
Behind our house, there is a pond
A president is going to kill time
And its great vulture, money
That sees everything coming from high there on the winds
The child sees the president coming
He puts his eyes back into his balloon,
Pretends that time is not dragging by
Aimed at the wind, killed the wind
Mister the child,
Give me your name and rank
For a seven year old boy,
You're quite tall
The child see the president coming,
With the intention to steal his kite
The vulture goes flying higher up,
A child turned his back on them
There is bad weather over the pond
Mister the child,
For a moment,
Talk to the president
Who's wasting his time
Who are you, from all of your seven years of age?
The child says, 'I am the president,
Even though I don't have a vulture
Following me, circling around me'
The vulture asks, 'So when will you?
Tomorrow, or forty years from now?'
The child says, 'Ask this to the wind'
The wind says, 'The child is president'
'It's charming, but most of all quite funny',
Says the president to his vulture,
'This little guy will do great things'
But the child still sees where this is going
'Tell me, mister the dreaming child,
What will your first laws be?'
The child says, 'First I will abolish
The mining of silver and gold,
And all of the gold and all of the silver of time
Will be used for your monument,
The construction of your regiment
With iron and concrete all around it
I will abolish the government
With this president job,
I will blackmail the reactors
In agreement with the blenders
I will hide under your monument
The whole arsenal and weapons
I will only keep the knives,
And then turn my back on you'
Under its wing, it's bleeding
The president
Says to his vulture,
'Go fly around
At the end of my field'
A balloon dying on the pond
And talking to a kite
The sun goes down with a bloody eye,
And the moon looks like the white balloon
Three ladies go and pick them up