incoherent verses of love and trust ... and music

Probably it means the same to you,
Probably it doesn’t
But who cares…
Who the hell cares....

I would rather not write
than listen
nothing else makes more sense
nothing else is so true

nothing’s more sensible
than those incoherent words
those sublime verses
the state of love and trust

I like the quakes of pinkpop
I like the moshing wacken
the creative new Orleans
the great Indian rock

tribute to the true music
is what I pay everyday,
is the food I eat
is my music I listen

its more I in here as you may think
but its all abt you
don’t do if u ain’t true
like u fuckin care