Exile from George Cloudy by George Cloudy

EXILE

In a dream
an exile on the streets
Lingering spirits blowing horns
in the traffic heat

Empty stores
aligned in line
reminding us about
the recollection of the blind

What’s left to conquer
when every stone is turned?
And every good intention gets
nothing in return

What’s left so say
if we slay our all beliefs?
And the days go on and on
as hollow as they seem

Who’s left to tell
if we fight the constant change?
Who’s left to sing the songs
of wonders we embrace?

If we turn our eyes away
life goes by so fast
Clinging on to forms
and make believes that never last

• Acoustic
• accordion
• finnish
• folk rock
• melancholy
• melodic
• organic
• vocal
• vocal harmonies
• Imatra