The Heart of the City

Outside is cold but in the heart of the city.

Deep down in an ancient cellar

Being  alive is sometimes a very good thing

At least in the company of good friends

And likeminded people with a passion for a

Commen urge to do crazy things whatever they

Might be in the shadow of anonymity

 

Listen

In the end every place has it´s secret

No one answers to anyone else

Because no one is asking

The question

There are no interest in knowing

Only the observant outsider listens

Big Ma

Change and overrule

I recommend, do not have any rules

You will be ruled anyway but in other ways

Freedom is restricted but not in the way you think

The answer to your questions are all in the head of gigant turtle

She lives in a part of the Pacific that few men has seen

But sometimes her spirit make journeys in your dreams telling you strange things

From a distant starsystem