Voices in his head
schizophrenic paranoia
or memory disorder
or loneliness of the fool...
Blistering thoughts
carbonated feelings
turn your back to them and
all will be behind you...soon
Get up and play your mellow bass tunes
not too mellow though, cause
your fingers will melt
and your groove will transform
in a sun beam
flying to boogieland
When the fool woke up today
had a cup of coffee two ciggies
made a few calls
and then went to play
with his manipulative way
the game of the day
not bought from e-bay
The game is called Bass Train
depending on the song you play
you travel to the land of the song
play with the band
and meet the musicians
and they give you a secret mission
When the fool first played was lost
he was teleported in the first gig of Pink Floyd
in Cambridge UK
talked to Syd and Roger
the mission was secret
but the subject wasn't
''The Wall''
When the fool realised...no longer...was he fool again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem