World gone wrong*

Motels on the road, billions of Roxannes young and wild lying and walking by on the muddy streets. Old guys at their parties, inside and outside their cars. Blood in their eyes, smoke everywhere, inhaling every bit of dust.

People who want people. All of them want money. Others, just show their body and sell it. Just like cigarettes. Twisted minds, twisted dreams. Some more of this and less of that. Cause more is better and less is crap.

Criticizing what they don´t even know. Doing what thet should not, fighting for what they don’t understand, tangling themselves and others in darkness. Avoiding stars, looking for heaven in the eyes of the devil.

Desolation everywhere, so take your light with you and show it to the blind. Lonely? Sing your song then. The sky sure listens.

Power abuse. Show off your most terrifying guns. Others will fear you. It´s all about that. A state of fear, by which control is easy and smiles are missing.

Folk music for the old ones. And against all odds, they hope. Prayers blowing and falling with the the rain. Hoping for a  change and hoping for love. Because again, the sky sure listens.

*Título de un álbum de Bob Dylan