freedom
freedom
I see your hollow eyes
you stand as shocked as mine
at the trolling script scrolling text of now
freedom
freedom
those words never crossed a track
nor found the spirit of bach's fingers
they only tippy tap
for the pennies that linger
in the butter fingers of accidental fame
and the false gods
in the three coloured triangle
of forced compliance
you want to know the blues
then sing with me nina
freedom
freedom
punch my nose flat
I'll suck up the pain
for the idiot prat
that will sprout liberal nonsense
freedom
freedom
for the child they condemn
and the father they reject
and those spilled words they offered
on the way to past
hold my hand
in a millionaires bargain
as I lead you to the stage
to express those things they can't understand
go on
see it
and then we'll see the blues
The Blue Book
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