Between Lines

From the station

To the big stadium lights

Couple of steps to my hotel

Hoping to get high in Queen Anne

One hundred floors. Stay

At top of the space

Take a smoke with that view

A little pray to Washington State

Took time takes time

Try another while

Took time takes time

Ride between the lines

Took time takes time

Ride between the lines

The best route to get loose

In one of the woods

Can’t be found on a map

Get your own land

Nothing else to me

Nothing else to be

Driving fascinated in deep

One more bit.  

Took time takes time

Try another while

Took time takes time

Ride between the lines

Took time takes time

Ride between the lines

Bay Area

One day I’ve crossed the ocean

With no funny tricks

Just a lonely time

And my boat cutting off waves

Is not that harder

Will turn off your mind

Like a silly sound

No questions to ask

Shine like bay area sun

At the horizon became a shadow

I will walk following drawings

To hear square joints

All I have to do

Is run across the street

To be at top of my flat

And look at the reflect

Of that lightning window

With my eyes another version of me

Shine like bay area sun

At the horizon became a shadow

I will walk following drawings

To hear square joints

What we want always cost double

I can’t change the past before

I can’t change the past right now

Right on, right on

Source my sound, c’mon

Shine like bay area sun

At the horizon became a shadow

I will walk following drawings

To hear square joints

Clamming heroes that always lost

Clamming heroes that always lost

Moving on.

Masked Face

I can’t fix

Everything that is wrong

But I could say to the judge

That any guilty of this

Is someone I know

So let those bad abets

Inside of one box

Anyone can break

Those loving dreams you kept

Too much people

Too many streets

Too much people

Too many homes

The big apple has poison inside

Found me in other promised land

Another lightning day

But not up in the sky

Gave me a good sound to surf

And I will turn off all your lights

Hoping to see people

Knowing where they are

Walking the “money road”

Wasting food that others deserves to eat

Too much people

Too many streets

Too much people

Too many homes

The big apple has poison inside

Found me in other promised land

Dedicated to the Dreamers

                                                                                                         

Taking drugs to survive

What’s life is that?

In the crowds’ avenue a minute alone

It’s a gift hard to enjoy

Dreaming to be the music

That ladies hear

All the suits running on time

Didn’t looked what they leave behind

All the little birds

All the others breeds

Has time to be dreamers

Know yourself

Know yourself

Five o’clock time to get home

Catching a packed train

A sound in your pocket

Life to live alone

All the beauty that people want

Turn sense on the soul

A flash to remind

What the eyes can’t

All the little birds

All the others breeds

Has time to be dreamers

Know yourself

Know yourself

<> Dedicated to the memory of Henry Burns (1928-1996).

     “A good man who always liked a good park bench”.