Not a fan

In a world of silence peace is achieved

And then we become monks

Eventually turn the TV on full blast.

The time is drawing as the song goes from Wednesday to Saturday to Monday.


In the gorrilla cage a man was alone

And the gorilla had a uniform and stood

He kept his rifle by his side as he saluted

And he never let a muscle down

For his silence was words.
Angles bring us the peace

Return the sacred

Renewed for changes
The life is kind

Through a house of dreams

Darling looks with singing swans

It matters and you are

Lifting the window

I can recall those memories

What you know is true

Water remembers it knows

Troubles disappear

So very strange