DESCRIPTION:
The Harvest Men
(Paroles et musique: Desmarais-Racine)

I'm surrounded by the harvest men
They poked me up with their claws
The southern land may seems unreal
I'm livin' here above the law

When the sun will stop shinning
They'll burn me, burn me off this world

You must back me anyway you can
The poet mind is what we know
Well, you're not even that innoncent
We rushed our souls with the flow

For all the things I did
They'll hang me, hang me in the air

The Lone Ranger and the Spiderman
They cheer me up when I'm high
You who are ghosts and livin' here
You must be brushing all your lifes

Even though you lost your job
You must forgive, forgive the power plant

They strangled here and they choked me there
Just like a colored country
The rotten bats they picked my limbs
And dragged my into the sea

I know you think that I'm immortal
But I'll tell that ain't fair

I'm surrounded by the harvest men
They poked me up with their claws
The southern land may seems unreal
I'm livin' here above the law

Octobre 2008