Retour prodigue du Foyer de Notre dame de Garaison dans la Petite Boutique Fantasque (8) et le fantôme de Titus

Mad man moon (Genesis)

Was it summer when the river ran dry 

Or was it just another dam 

When the evil of a snowflake in June 

Could still be a source of relief 

O how I love you, I once cried long ago 

But I was the one who decided to go 

To search beyond the final crest 

Though I'd heard it said just birds could dwell so high 

So I pretended to have wings for my arms 

And took off in the air 

I flew to places which the clouds never see 

Too close to the deserts of sand 

Where a thousand mirages, the shepherds of lies 

Forced me to land and take a disguise 

I would welcome a horses kick to send me back 

If I could find a horse not made of sand 

If this deserts all there'll ever be 

Then tell me what becomes of me 

A fall of rain 

That must have been another of your dreams 

A dream of mad man moon 

Hey man 

I'm the sand man 

And boy have I news for you; 

They're gonna throw you in jail 

And you know they can't fail 

Cos sand is thicker than blood 

But a prison in sand 

Is a haven in hell 

For a jail can give you a goal 

[and a] goal can find you a role 

On a muddy pitch in Newcastle 

Where it rains so much 

You can't wait for a touch 

Of sun and sand, sun and sand... 

Within the valley of shadow-less death 

They pray for thunderclouds and rain 

But to the multitude who stand in the rain 

Heaven is where the sun shines 

The grass will be greener till the stems turn to brown 

And thoughts will fly higher till the earth brings them down 

Forever caught in desert lands 

One has to learn to disbelieve the sea 

If this deserts all there'll ever be 

Then tell me what becomes of me 

A fall of rain?