Call on your sisters

and come to my islands

Where a dull face is no face

every time another try-dance

words fly in a scattering race

green pastures with silly sheep

frozen heads spinning around

neurons filled with endless sleep

a bit the taste of an odd sound.

 

Call on your sisters

and come to my islands

Well, it’s true! It’s true!

Get off with your dirt hands

my brain is a fistfull of glue

there is no time to stay or go

i tried to reach out but it’s useless

there is no time to stay or go

i was pulled back from down below

oh-be honest and show me your stressed mess.

 

Call on your sisters

and come to my islands

Who is your spokesman?

who is your spokesman?

oh, the rain won’t answer

and you don’t even try

 

i’m island hopping

while girlie’s shopping

i’m island hopping

while girlie’shopping

what is left? (etc.)