Days and days have passed of this bland music
Days and days of sugar overdose;
Now I´m sailing east to Memphis
In my clipper boat.
Cars and cars behind me, cars and cars ahead
Silver, brilliant trucks like castles
Decorate the road.
Tank trucks, giant candies, wrapped up in polished tin
Flawless, graceful, yellow spaceships
Transporting ´Love´ gasoline.
Grumpy bikers drive their insects
Carrying trophy dolls in their backseats.
A couple of Walkyries in a convertible
Celebrate mischievously something
They recently did.
A cat with an owl in a pea-green boat
Head to the land where the Bong-tree grows:
“I´m tired of this radio music" - says the pussy -
“Why don´t you play your Stella guitar?
We don´t need that cheerful, awaken, morning-maniac, snaring stuff
So honest and clear minded and repetitive and dull
At 5 PM. Do we, hun?"
White butterflies in myriads
Get a brown tan in the cotton fields.
Now I know I´m close to Memphis:
WRBO 103.5 FM
Blows on the sails of my car.
"An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry
Any good thing to make you merry."
Sings the black owl in the distance
Souling for his beloved cat.
