This house is wooden and badly lit
Like hoses in all those biopics
On great american writers
So I pour myself another and have a sip
Drink till my liquid wits drip off my lip
I whip out verses till I need a kip
And rest my head between the following items:
Gin, a pen and a lighter
And I dream of palm trees and technology
I threw my cellphone off a mountain
I read my mail with an iPod Touch
I draw foul paintings of pale fountains
And you never ask for much
But I'm a painter and a poet and I'd rather be
Free than strong
Just to tell you, so you know it
Even though I always blow it
We shouldn't fight but get along
And I believe in palm trees and technology
On a sunny day's walk I shut my eyelids
While your eyes look sad and your lips are smiling
"Why are you asking me to follow thee
When I don't believe in palm trees or technology?"
As it seems, I owe you an apology
I see palm trees at the horizon
credits
from Live at Wimbledon,
released August 1, 2013
produced by Jörg Milling
additional vocals by Jil Hesse
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