The Minstrel
Orangutan legs
Silk decisions
Impulse that only goes
Unrelated, to causality
Unrelated, to everything else
It splashes on tiles
Looking for someone to talk to
All things shine for him
But fire that burns
Doesn't burn, if it has nothing to burn
Mirror of flesh and bone
I'm your minstrel
You sing me a melody
And I start to dance
Tell me about the things you love
I want to listen to you
Kaleidoscope eyes
That see what they want to see
His impulse is breaking
The neon boxes
And its totality doesn't matter
No, it doesn't matter
Nothing anymore
He recognizes it from afar
Invites him to the house to smoke
Makes his conscience shine
But there are things better left closed
There are doors better left unspoken
Mirror of flesh and bone
I'm your minstrel
You sing me a melody
And I start to dance
Tell me about the things you love
Tell me about those things you love
I want to listen to you
And I swim in clouds of desire
The embrace is always sweeter in misfortune
And I'm camouflaged among the rats
In this city of ill repute I am
Killing time, finally barefoot
What will become of you?
What will become of me?
What will become of all of us?
Mirror of flesh and bone
I'm your minstrel
You sing me a melody
And I start to dance
Tell me about the things you love
Tell me about those things you love
I want to listen to you
