He don't know how to lie or undermine you he don't know how to steal, deal or deceive Leave him alone, let him be cause he's speaking with the angel speaking with the angel that only he can see
You say he's so helpless well what about you ? you don't pull the strings don't you know anything
leave him alone set him free cause he's speaking with the angel speaking with the angel that only he can see
Would you teach him bout heaven would you show him how to love the earth would you poison him with prejudice from the moment of his birth
He in the name of love is in the blood of the lamb he who never lays blame he don't even know his name leave him alone let him be cause he's speaking with the angel speaking with the angel the very one that spoke to you and me Do you remember ?
Even een geniaal stukje toevoegen uit Allen Ginsberg's Howl
Here goes :
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death, and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America's naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
Prachtig, niet ? Niet zo bekend als het deel " i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, ..... "
