from the obscure record shops

on one way streets

from the cafés where the lunatics all meet

from the crimson cougar cotton candy club

with its taste of sugar

and the rocksteady rub

from the modern mixture

of the melting pot

from the places where the music´s

all we´ve got

from the frozen traces

of the lonely ghost

from the tear tracked faces

on this eastern coast

from the land of never never

to your mind

through your cellphone signals

from a spot behind

from the irish wannabes

and master shane

to your beating heart

and passing through your brain

from the mixed up messed up soul

of this old clown

to the pretty princess

of the sugar town

LARZ GUSTAFSSON   March 29, 2010