Look at the birds (Lady Love)

With your star of David
nailed to your colourful door
and your grand piano
out of tune and out of score
      but look at the birds around you
      I don't count the stars in the sky
with your rainbow halo
naked in your knee-high boots
walking through a burning lake
hoping that you'll find your roots
     but look etc.

             finger-licking good
             you must be Lady Love
             doing what you should !

With your Egyptian death-mask
watching the wall-to-wall
your hungry killer snake
and the stink down in the hall
       but look etc.
with your back against the tree
ruling in winter and summer
you say the sun is a labyrinth
I say it's your cloud-runner

             refr.

with your purple telephone
and your dancing courses
your rabbit kingdom and
your seven white horses
       but look etc.
with the sun and moon to guide you
climbing up the marble stairs
past the fountain with the children
to your magic castle fair
       but look etc.

          refr.


1975. (An)