Wake Up songtext - Michel Montecrossa
The poet of the untrodden path
leadin’ away from the snake of wrath
is listenin’ to the sphinx in his heart.
He’s from the cradle expecting the hard.
Wake up, wake up from the near to the far.
Wake up, wake up: The world is at war.
Wake up to the facts that are naked.
Food prices are rising, everywhere there is hatred:
Housing and energy for the price of your life.
You can hang yourself, you can try your knife.
Wake up, wake up: Touch the bloody ground.
Wake up, wake up: It’s your organs they want.
There’s a trauma of the earth.
Ego-suckers can’t explain.
But I see her wounds and feel her pain.
Trouble now is in her rain.
Wake up, wake up from the near to the far.
Wake up, wake up to the mother heart.
I don’t know if you do know:
It’s terrible to know what the hell knows.
I’m allright in the purpose of it all.
Even if one rises, even if one falls.
Wake up, wake up from the near to the far.
Wake up, wake up to be free at last.
Wake up to relations that last,
relations of love and not boredom of heart.
Wake up to the need of the newborn one,
the need for love and tender warmth.
Wake up, wake up from the near to the far.
Wake up, wake up to a friendly star.
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)
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