Biko
Back in the USSR
Biko
Gabriel cries from afar
Lynott is a rocker and a roller
With his friend Moore
Walking the Parisienne walkways
Sliding steel guitars
Teardrops on the terrace
Springtime is for lovers
Have you been there too
In or out of love
Morning suns keep rising
Cloud clearing skies
Beneath the zephyr breeze
And smiles keep on
The frowns of a clown cannot hide them
Some call it deity
I prefer majesty
In the singular moment
There really only is I
No friends, no family, no colleague
Aristotle: how do you reply
Back then to the early morning
Sunrise and wakening eyes
A day clear of conscience
A day beginning to cry
And crying has led to change
Mandela follows Biko
Peace continues to be sought
Thanks to these men of principle
Man's mind is not easily bought
Man's mind is not easily bought
Meditate on that thought
Wish upon a star
Dream the everlasting dream
Jung and Munch are memories
The unconscious mind
The visual scream
Moments only in the greater scheme
Thirty years of passing
Thirty years of thoughts
Packed inside these words
Packed inside this mind
The clarity of vision
The splendid thoughts of youth
How best to resurrect
Back in search of truth
Compromise and insincerity
The game I've learned to play
Bending rules not breaking
Interrogate integrity they say
So move away from the men in suits
Move away to follow friendship
Believe once more in Aristotle
Let pleasure be here amongst you
