A Pat on the Back - Venerea

All the town criers are crying, media is lying

Whole towns made redundant, nature ain’t the same

As it is in the commercials, everything’s commercial

But all of that can change

(To reach for the utmost possibility, you gotta aim for the impossible —

Strindberg)

Choke your petty pessimism, we can change a single thing

But I also know that inside everyone of us there is a seed

Planted in the field of oppurtunity

(In time there’ll be a harvest, but now it’s time to plow)

Join the freak parade, no time to delay

I’m at the front, running with a walking stick

(Cultivate your garden, build a house, share your dinner, smash a gun

Talk to someone old, make a differance)

Can it!