Devoted to B.M.
These songs are cries, these songs are screams
And tears hide inside the lines.
Exquisite words that seem to beam
And voice unpleasant and divine.
This music flows, these verses frighten,
They linger deep inside my head.
I’m mesmerized and I’m delighted
To hear these tunes so soft and sad.
He has a sor of gift or talent,
He puts a piece of soul in art.
He might be pure and might be tainted
But I’m addicted to this drug.
28.07.06