The arab man and his lonly fm (he´s going hollow as a hole)

The arab man and his lonely fm

In Abu Dabi lonely he stands
The arab man and his sad fm
He see´s the world around
But never takes a stand

He think he´s like Guevara
But he´s like George W. Bush
He despices minorities
And plants bombs
On innocent people
So he can attack

The asian guy and his Borges book
Like the author he´s going blind
Yet he does not seizes
The last things he looks
He listens to the same music
And reads the same book

He get´s darker and darker
As he looses his soul
He is like the desert
That all his life he´d known

It´s getting cold and dry
The last flower is dying
The radio station
The only FM in town
The one that only play´s
The same song
That deadly sad symphony
Of Beethoven

Four knocks
TAM TAM TAM TAM
Is it the wind blowing?
What´s there left to be
For a man who isn´t
Without knowing

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