tivoli (spree park 1969- 2001)

"THE CARNIVAL", BY CHARLES

I never thought I'd see it

The final resting place of faith

In youth and grace

Though I am still a young man,

Already my eyes

Are blind to these dreaming omens

Still I lie with eyes closed

On an autumn night,

Lie in wait

As drifting, tickling melodies

Impinge softly: a brain circus

Possessing vacant fields

On the outskirts of town.

Still I lie,

Waiting to feel those

Carnival wheels,

Push me up and around

To where the music swells

All above my head

Where I trace the sun'

Til all is empty in my eyes

Where cool rain bursts

From the cloudless blue sky

Where my head bakes

In the sunstroked air;

From high atop the carnival wheel

It will all fall in

And my body will fly free

But only for a moment!

The world will catch up with me

And I'll be her fondest friend

Perched on her shoulders

I'll exercise my own gravity

In search of a new sun.

Rushing through deserted

Expanses of space, at least

We´ll be alone for a little while

So hold my hand

And I'll be your fondest friend

Holy my hand

And you'll be my fondest friend