and still...

the fire of the sun still beats here
power to the son in me
truly the honey and the bee

warm-suckle it feeds
the hunger
just for a little bit
/the raging sunshine of her eyes
\her hands are a gift/unharmed by the beast

and still there is strenght in the beat
the old song gone
tell it to india, to the pradesh of pradeshes
tell it to the hindu
for the christian has no fear
and still there is the heat
on bloodied streets
i just run out of steam
and then i howl
but no one hears
or cares
water under the blasted bridge
and still there is

do not be twisted
happier alone than together
but missing the old years
of alone as one
no sense in hiding
can i say your name?
it is.....serendipity for my pain
asthma for my inhale
er
go home you darn european
i want to stay in africa-land

and still it beats
and still, and still
the stones, the shade, the whispering, the way,
the falling down
two hundred and thirteen

i have become a man-whore you see
a wolfman of little success
cause i only howl for you
such desperation in my voice
but peace in my heart
and still there is...
i believe
space in the juice
of the orange
where the lives are played out
in the shadow of the fair

gibberish, i know
but late at night
we talk again
and i want to qunatum leap
into that bus
and obey DEI again

and still there is. and still there is
only you
stupid, irreverent, unknown you
and still, all i want
is to be free
but all i want
all i want
is to not bleed
all i want
is you....
and i love the rain the most
in the shadows of some place only you know
when i used to be the truth
re:stacks on my heart
on my side, a pact
desire like none other
samson's hair screams: halleujah!
and then repents
go back to God
to find the long ride again
and say: baby i love you and i am sorry have and you have doubts and i will open the toilet door
it may be too late
back to my hut in the tent, fiona
but first,
nothing
i give up daily
and still...oh baby....still....
you.