Little Angel

They move on out down the scene, all the kids are dancin' and everything is all right.

The sweet, catchy melody envolve the group of teenagers and the little Angel acts as she ain't got no brain. No problems, no sorrows, she is the queen. And the handsome, hot boys are begging for a glimpse. 

On myself, having a party, trying to forget, trying to scape of the absurd reality which surrounds our world. Oh! Jesus, Muhammad, Buddha, Moses, Krishna and Laozi are super best friends, laughing at people who are fighting for the gods they created. Respect the gods and the spirits but don't rely on them. 

 "Never say die" is our mantra; struggle our will; responsibility our value; emotionalism our path; poetry and blues-rock our friends,  insanity our religion, standstill our foe, death and bungle our fate.

Another earth is possible, I have seen it in my imagination. Be my dream, be my nightmare and help me to keep the tussle going on. I know I am gonna be defeated although I am still havin' the faith of the missionary in the middle of the wild jungle.

The little Angle is still dancing charming, radiant, lovely. The music and the voices are all around us. Beneath the moon, next to an ancient lake, enter again into the sweet forest, enter again into the hot dream, come with us, everything is all right, everything is broken up and dances