Road Trip
Take a road trip with me
We'll build a secret tunnel to Alaska With our small delicate suburbian hands And drive to the white mountains Wearing nothing but a Led Zeppelin t-shirt
We'll swim in a cold lake and laugh or cry our hearts out - it doesn't really matter Then we'll borrow a worn-out kayak From an Indian Unangan shaman And paddle down to Qaxaca in Mexico
Extremely tired and bored to death We'll drink anything with alcohol And steal their yellow sombreros And eat all their tasty corn tortillas While David Bowie or The Kinks Sing for us an unknown tune On our vintage Sony-Walkman That my little-nice gave me yesterday
Late at night we'll sleep naked on the grass Dreaming a picture of a melting exotic tree The owls will keep us warm and cozy Despite the thick blackness of the forest
In the morning with our cold lips We'll blow a ridiculous soft balloon And fly-high across the universe To meet our crazy freaky friends In the forgotten celestial depth Of the Orion Nebula cluster
There is a Huge party going-on
Haven't you seen the flickering lights Up in the nightly bohemian skies ? - Antonis Petras
