there must be more... more...
more songs more warmth
more love more life
not more fear not more fame
not more money not more games
there -- you -- coming through
the crowd
blue light silhouettes your
head
i want to shout your name
out loud
but i shout inside instead
there must be more... more...
more current more spark
more touch deep in the heart
not more thoughtless cruelty
not more being this lonely...
don't i hear them talking?
don't i know what they say?
i'm a fool for thinking
things could be better than
they
were today
there must be more... more...
more growth more truth
more chains more loose
not more pain not more walls
not more living human voodoo
dolls
(Toronto, February 14th, 1980)
Marco Giunco |
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