Pigeon -. Aim for the sun Hej! den här texten är lite i berättande form om en person som ställer sig utanför det sociala spelet så att säga. Handlar om hur han får en annan överblick på hur våra samhälleliga villkor leder till mycket destruktiva värderingar och ageranden. Jag låter texten säga resten, men kände att premissen kanske behövde förklaras då den är ganska löst skriven. Den är en omskrivning av en text jag skrev för många år och är därför formulerad på ett sätt där den refererar tillbaka till originaltexten.this poet still aint tall or handsome, not a care in the worldsays barely a word, unless he has to be heardnever owned a mansion or a private jetnever had an eye on it, never cared what Simon saysstill a humble person, knows how fucked the world iswith most social ops performed by drunken surgeonsdirecting how his boat will turnagainst every grain and ocean swirl he's approachingalways further to knowing what sanity isnever was material things and the panic it bringsonly traveling with some laughs and companionshiprealizing he'll never know what travesty ishis mind on the skyline, getting a flood of claritywith a wide smile, bright eyes, love and charityavoiding this monster that's holding hostageswith a deep breath, and it won't bother himThis talented lyricist grabs his pen lividtryin to make average images pass as vividbut truth is told, and sometimes violentlyand he can't help but portray an ugly society you might run and hide from it, its a natural reactionjust know half of the battle is tackling that shityou might be scared or embarrased, actual panicanger or sadness, maybe happy you've lasted he stays honest with lyrics, conscious in thinkingnever wanted to give in to a game of rock paper scissorsin search for the skylines endcouldn't try findin it stuck in a nine-five gigapplying science for true enlightenmentnot a huge mansion or a new private jethe's aiming for the sun and is never far from itonly carrying note paper and a pencil sharpener