A WANDERER (AND THE FRENCH-COW-CHEESE)

I left my soul in a chocolate-box

I lost my heart in those flowers

When you cleaned my coat and you cleaned my socks

When I took a shower

It was blood that fell on my head

I’m afraid of water, just like a cat

Your mother knocking on the door

She had given me head in ancient lore

I didn’t know that you didn’t know

But she was greedy and I shouted “no !”

Things seem to end before you’ve chosen

The time’s in the past and the past, it is frozen

Once upon a time, I lived in the west

People were good and times were the best

This very day I live were I belong

But when dreams become the truth

You’ll only sing sad songs

And the garbage-man says

Take care of the rest

I smoke the nature, and accept my failure

A man disagrees with the French-cow-cheese

‘forgot to pay the bill

Christmas is just a fairy tale

Sally was a pretty girl

The prettiest of the world

But she just couldn’t see the tune

Just living on the moon

Lost my eyes

Left them in a small, rented house

My final line :

“cheese doesn’t come out of cows”

you roses they died

and your parents they cried

your life’s a lie

and then your parents they died

in a car-crash in Spain

they couldn’t see through the rain

it’s all just a Hollywood-show

like it was in the past, but then we didn’t know

just want to shave my skin

want to shave my life

but see the shape I’m in

it has been shaped with a knife

my skin it doesn’t fit

it is the skin of a kid

my gal she had brown eyes

they have been colored by my shit

you took the car

and you took the mini-bar

you took the house

and the 14 French cows

things seem to end before you’ve chosen

the time’s in the past and the past it is frozen

the devil’s hand

has reached my brain

I’ve got a gun in my hand

And I’ll die here in the rain

Ó Mark Lotterman 2001