well, you kinda have to imagine
someone with talent singing/writing this.
Wincing myself at some points while listening.
What you hear is the result of
emotional diarrhea, leading to the verbal variety.
Huxley wrote that a 40 year old man cannot edit what his 20 year old counterpart did, so only edited slightly by ommission…
foul compromise….

this is about mauritius
a funny little place,
western society, in a microcosm,
in addition to being small,
all actors, answering the call
are seperated by race,
a royal layer riding on top,
on which incest took a gruesome toll.
blatand and obvious.
helps to keep an overview.
Had the gruesome misfortune,
to meet one of them.
Boy, did i have no idea.
What game i did join in….
royals, and a dumbass in love,
this is, what really cheesy,
novels are made off.

The Dodo was the first to go,
once the white man came,
now DoDo strikes back,
meaning, it makes a very, very mean face

back then i dreamt of being
the spanner in the machinery,
leaning, smiling, back
listen to the wheels crack,
smiling, enjoying the scenery
just don’t have it in me,
needs a more than a little dreamery

a bit more talent,
a bit more brain.
too bad, so things will
forevermore, stay the same.
delusions of grandeur,
are a young mans game