Pohoda festival 2009
I no longer approve of President Obama

An American in Paris

There is no European dream
Just the life experience
From the land f the un-free
To a time and place to free us

With a glove that never fit
On a hand that didn't need it
Walked away from that sad, cold room
I quit

You might ask when I'll be back
But if you heard my lazy laugh
And knew that its not at you
You'd see I never intend to

In an artful walk that passed me by
I saw my future
Foreign languages, but familiar eyes
I feel alive

So there'll be no European dream
Dreams will never free us
From the land of the unseen
In a place where we can be us