I went to the crossroad yesterday
for hour least I walked for miles
thousands of steps I did to find
where roads meet to play my harp.

I went to the crossroad yesterday
ninety years after Robert Johnson for nine nights in a row, in the way rock´n´roll was born, after midnight.

I went to the crossroad yesterday
brokenhearted and drunk was down on knees cried Lord save poor me as you saved poor Bob
if you please.

I lay coins on railoads yet
I never wait for train
for I am old enough to know
trying to survive is
dying as well.

She was the best thing
that never happened to me.
And nobody can take that
away from me. Not even her.

In this moment right now,
here you are the oldest
you ever were same time youngest you will ever be.
Life so much more to mean
Because of and death
so much less.

Through all the mud and
Mess in my eyes
she looked straight
at my soul yes it was nice
to know to still have it.

We caught the next train
going south. I asked Neil:
“Why there?” “Thats how
you get to San Miguel silly...”

As I have found myself here again while looking for God
how strange I had to of step
be one there have my fall considered out of a pocket
what seemed well until it
looked as of me that left of
mine to be: I am asking God
what is there now to be
except nights the forests of
steps done below zero by fieldwalks be too cold to sleep
by wind kept of reminded
to be looking for myself.

Searching the world for God
in a man,

as man in the sun
is

Like the gentle rain over your field

waking you up after
the long and lonely jorney,

where my roots
are, there was my tree
planted in the sun,

blooming and fruitful, dreaming

a life of a man in love
as lived for a woman so grew
as a branch that dream
a new, on the tree, into one.

Tell valkyries as told have done
For sake of a dear guest to take heart and give way to dress in their finest cloths and comb their hair hundred times.

Tell valkyries as told i had i did since question of manner and luck my fortune keep a candle in the window lid for a traveler dear coming from a very far.

Tell valkyries to honor a name greet and welcome like a brother like home as near to heart of dom scent a bed by tulips open new barels of wine.

Tell valkyries to mind the word be few and name by mountains called an old friend introduced voice recognized remembered to dont mistake with the fools.

Tell valkyries to take a bath in water of eternal youth and beauty and to dont be late for the feast of love over death do  decorate windows for victory!

We won! Gracefully.

What lovers call romance
Whatever loves to care
Enough to hide at day
Till the night to pretend.

Too little and too late
Hearts done hesitate
Hundred lies in deads
It died still had to bare.

Much to killers a grace
To no suprise to suspect
Man in no mans land
Far the heaven to stray.

For once in life dealt
And to have to offer
Trust pays not laugh
Fair like men no less.

Fathers to be to have
love in heart mistaken
The way fooled many
More made to be a man.

Honey to cross a finger
By a monk on forehead
And tore piece of bread
Meanwhile weeping i ate.

Of love lovers are made
Nights sleep not to have
"Suits me well to suffer"
How the poor mans prays.

On the bottom build
My mountain top
Im miles of hundred
Low a more high.
The bottomless pit
Still find me love
a phone call missed
Call himself god.
God is blocked silly
Havin time of life
Life of time and beer
All the good stuff
Worth to born a live
And pretend die
God on parkbenches
Just for the fun
And the looks gettin
Cant get enough
Just a smile a still
Hopelessly in love
With everyone and
everything on skates
As he rolles buy.