The Ocean is Rising / courtesy of Lucy
The world has been shared the world is owned
It’s a perpetual rehearsal of of the grapes of wrath
But I have no land to be spoiled of
It’s only me
And some astrology
What a crazy idea to be born in such a parody
We talk a lot about democracy
Remember the idiot at the end of the tragedy
I will open an oyster
I will send its shell to the flows
Of the green black sea
I will gather and wipe all the modern ashes
And I will cover some goat
And send it to the empty world
Elections are a fabrication
The medias supremacy
Is a plain way to tell we’re all guilty
Of an everyday complicity
O if you open a book you’re just all forgiven
What’s left to be done is to tell it’s all wrong
In a poetry written from the bottom of your guts
There is no hunting
There is nothing to be scared about
It’s all in plain field
If you can’t see the sights
You can take my shoulder for a while
But I am no rock
The ocean is rising and it’s all about breathing
Till the depth of your lungs
Is turned inside out like a glove
I can’t see the globe
I can’t see the line
Being born in a desert is a fate
I wouldn’t wish to my best enemy
Let’s try to find
A new land here
If you dig at your feet there’s some gold memory
Which is not coming out from any nostalgy
Cause I swear
I don’t believe it was better back in the days
Our fathers
A shovel in the night to draw their path in the snow
Our mothers
From an ancient design giving their body to a plan nobody understands
Anymore
Oh yeah
I feel the stars are just reborn
Again
Oh yeah I feel the stars are falling to the ground
And we have to collect
The salt from the earth
Oh yeah ah ah
The salt from the earth…
