Fellow Rock III

Just because you’re there
doesn't mean you’re in the right place
Fellow rock stands still
in it's far away location.
Not to be away,
rather wants to stay

Fellow rock rolled down
not so long ago;
Found a place,
thought it belong.

But no more...
Nothing seems to go,
until it's pushed along.

"Changing things is right."
Whispers the highway sign

Fellow rock awaits

.... BB King gave me a guitar and went back to Chi-town

I`m always chasing dragons
With a sword that`s made of tin
So I know in my soul
There`s no way I can win
I tried, oh I tried
But there`s no place, no place to go
There`s no one here who knows me
And no one here I know
I`m a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made

the pandemonium blues

Well I went down, to Mississippi
And I went down, in a combi
Now I lay... down again
I lay... down again

I went up, to get higher study (or `high or study` depending on context)
I went up, met all kinds of shares
Now I lay... down again
I lay... down again

I sure see
I'm not there, it doesn't mean a thing
And I'm still sorry

Earthquakes and crisis
And no-one's looking out for us
I got the pandemonium blues

So it goes...

Well it’s a change in the tides
Or a change in the name
Man, it’s always the same
I don’t care for that

Believe in words I created
They’re growing out of my mind
It’s only a moment
Or hundreds compressed
This love’s a test

But then it rattles inside
And it rattles about
And I come back to the city
Isn’t it a pity

It’s only a moment
Or hundreds compressed
This love’s a test
I’m not there

Morning

In my seven hundred halls I shall rest
In twelve bridges and forty-six lakes
Waving a flag of time above my head
I will spend new year’s eve on no-man’s-land

With so much to see and so little time
I’ll wander within my nine gardens
Forgetting the mistakes that led me here
Forgetting the road switching and the cost

In my shed by the ocean I shall hear
A million echoes but without one word
I’ve been knocking to hear the sound composed
It doesn’t matter if I sing along

It takes so much calling out to madness
Nights of genius at the tip of the tongue
Waiting for the sun amongst the flowers
As if morning lit up fumes of insight

Not to let you in, rather let it out
The door opens