Get the moonlight out of your hair

To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing
The need to express, to communicate
To going against the grain, going insane, going mad
To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension
To starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension
Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad

To riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits
To fruits, to no absolutes
To Absolut, to choice,  to the Village Voice
To any passing fad
To being an 'us' for once, instead of a 'them'

La vie boheme
La vie boheme