Standing Blinded On The Rooftops - Phillip Boa & The Voodooclub

I’m a charity worker

into the art of forgetting

fund me my life seems to pass by without me you dragon, unleash me paving our way into bloom

a parisian flick, relieved,

like a Woody Allen movie

Then I was young, it was always

too late to grow up standing blinded on the rooftops

taking polaroids of your wary eyes

isn’t it a beautiful place …

Then I was young, it was always too

late … to grow up led by the Oracle, to bear oil

like nothing else

Gola Profunda,

an Ex will blow you up caught again in a lasered dream

I’m Jesus with a Billion Dollar bill

at the markets of Marrakesh

I feel numb…