The Man Who Ran Free

 

Verse 1

He stands at the edge of a cliff,
Stares into the wind
He now treasures fairy-tales,
And the smell of tangerines

Pre-chorus 1

But it never occurred to him
The depth of his skin, ohh oh

Chorus

Now you can’t tell him what to do
He’ll clench his fists and grit his teeth
He’ll run through June,
Make love to the moon,
As it ruffles his hair, the wind carries him through
He’s Alive

Verse 2

He’s alive as he can be,
His heart and mind agree
Mother, father, brother and sister,
He knows not of, family

Pre-chorus 2

He likes long straight roads,
And the glowing sun
He likes the ships of the blue,
The ships of the blue, ohhh

Chorus

Oh you can’t tell him what to do
He’ll clench his fists and grit his teeth
He’ll run through June,
Make love to the moon,
As it ruffles his hair, the wind carries him through
He’s Alive
He’s Alive

Bridge

Must he feel alone ( x3 )
In the midst of fear
But he’s here!

Chorus ( x1 )

Tree

So maybe I will

Stare into that tree-trunk,

How woody and dark

Looms your great bark

Maybe I will

Sever those mighty twisted leaves

How you rustle shamelessly,

To every whim

Maybe I will.

Perhaps, I will forge a spark,

Within your melancholy bark

In bottomless hope,

In an insane need,

Of that unknown sound,

Plunging forward then seeping, down in you,

Filling a beautiful void,

And rapturing anew

All inside you.

For no one shall ever know,

How far the unicorns go

It is forever now,

What is tomorrow.

Can you tell me,

How the Waters flow

Can you guess?

I must know.

The Tree-Trunk Snores.

babli

The wails, the flails, and the shouts

Oh those nerve-wrenching bouts

She twisted and she turned, in the womb

Her own dank dark little tomb

And the mother arched her back,

And the midwife gave a smack.

Push Push Push Push Push

The father was not so khush

But be that as it may

Little Babli was out in day.

She’s a girl, Gods she’s a girl!

Who’ll buy her diamonds,

Who’ll buy her pearls?

And twirl her godforsaken curls?

No we can’t keep her, OFF WITH HER!

Only to a boy, shall I confer!

She was hence left to fate, outside a Big Red Door

Crying and hollering, while the townsfolk snore

But, oh, be that as it may

Little Babli was not astray.

But then she was taken in, pink and thin

Pretty almond eyes and a tender chin

She’s a darling, the nice lady said

She shall be happy, in our stead

She’ll marry a prince!

Who’ll buy her diamonds rings

And satin and velvet and big fat pearls

And dainty maidens to twirl her curls!

She shall be a lady, graceful and fair,

“Would you like that little one? For you I care.”

But, hey, be that as it may

Little Babli farted instead.