Lyrics

The Garden

near my village green roses open like in an English garden
as the scent of citrus lemon calls me, taste my sweet bloodorange
elbow deep in an earthen porridge, smells like the wine I opened


here?s my spirit free
here?s my spirit free


there, is no time, nothing?s urgent

every worry,fear is dismissed

I felt the concrete encase my spirit

I let the metro crush me

a-varicious shallow petty impulse

I re-ject your advances

from you I flee
for you, I have no need

I meditate in my garden

there?s no place for you to come in

jasmine figs, and honeysuckle, they are my protection
a hammock tea and my oak impressive, provide my defenses
now you approach my garden tended, so please respect it

what it means to me
what it means to me