Raindrops of strawberry juice

RAINDROPS OF STRAWBERRY JUICE

I jump around I jump around between

Raindrops of strawberry juice

Underneath the spread cheese blossom

I declare you my love

We start at the seventh heaven

Till the full moon above

We talk about little slips

Like at St. Peter’s square

I kiss right on your lips

It made magic music in the air

The prisoners of Zenda play the overture of Jean Stone

Like a real nightclub orchestra the 1^st symphony of groans

Ten zealous goblins feed

Delicious cake and applepie

Van Gogh bets with Lindbergh

For the colours in the sky

Atomic balls dance on a string

Private eyes everywhere

The holy gods try to sing

See which lingery you wear

I’m standing in the middle of the secret land

I knew I was the chosen one

For the 8 beautitudes and nights of lust

I am the one we are the one

I’m the captain of this ship

Which leads us to Infinity

Astroids allude to the light

We found the lost Virginity

The massive contradictors

Argue aobut the waste of time

While Queen Marcha and Old Victor

Follow them to Liechtenstein

At the crossroad to Venus

The whole chameleon tribe

Pointed in the wrong direction

But we know they lied

In the house of aces the mirrorwall winks to me

On a yellow painting I see the world’s insanity

Or is it me?

(c) 1993 Anacreon