Another Talk Upon 4th Street

when i see all light and let me try one more time and harder!
let me try it now when i see across the gates of silky glass, and windows are not but a poor attempt to eyes

i hear in my head the marching band
one hundred men singing and singing again
that every single one of them only want everybody
to get stoned

when i look and see around me
so much life there is
laying around to be kissed into life
like a cloud kisses the sky and suddenly
it loves rain

ain't it just like a child being asked to be born in your arms
if there's any kind of god i do believe this god is but
a child laying in arms helplessly asking to be born

tell me now ain't it a kind of god the one who plays
the Ravel's Bolero at 78 rpm
the same who plays the dust so gracefully placed
upon all the monuments of human's attempt to surpass death
so helplessly and careless
can it be a creature of such power to play all the notes i hear
on the breeze and gusts of the wind
on the doors banging and hands clapping
and feet stepping and silence silenting
when you believe late in the night
it is not a sound that you hear, is the image in the mirror
that wants to tell  man, your mind is not here!

so what do you want when you look for me, sweet  marie!
what do you want, love, from me if all i ever have to give
i've been giving to you for so long you already managed to forget
how it is!

i see a man flying on the back of words
riding them just like they were
the simpliest ever joke
there could be

and all wait for you sweet marie! 
to come in red and white and show us all how we wanna be!
and where am i now! where am i brother!
if not on the sweet arms of a red haired french woman
that lulabbies me into life
like life can be given by the word
and i lay sweetly and nice in her arms and i smell her scent
and it is of chestnut and cinamon and all the sweet things
that my mind can come up with: life
and sound and velocity and


three days later i'm found here, stuck inside myself
with the whole mobile across my mind!



to imagine for once i had all this words beneath my tongue
but the bricks from that so powerful gray wall
they all fell from above  and cut me off communications
with the sea and the stars and my mother night!
but here i am! freed again! and i don't hold bad word against you now!
you can come and sit down i am your friend
and you gotta help me now
it's not like i wanna be on the winning side
but you must believe in me one more time
and i won't let you down
like a little girl waiting for her lover
on a cafe on 4th street.
i'm here, you're here, we're all gonna make it!

if just by one time you could stand inside my shoes
you don't know how glad i am to see you

and i can take it like the greatest woman
but i'll break it like the smalest girl
who among any of us wanted to be here anyway!