and time stands still
for a while…
while we try to dance
while we try to…
float in time
until some scorn…
is flying by
while we shake our legs and bang our heads…
in ecstacy
and sometimes out of time..
feel superior and fine for a while…
we live in our square inch of land
and we breathe our
square inch of air
untuil some U.F.O. of hate
will drill holes into our minds…
we bang our heads against the wall
and sometimes out of time
and we see clearly for a while
in the bliss disco, bliss disco

words: boa
music: boa, faerber, van helsing, pellberg