She always say that soft feet 
Are a metaphor for life 

As you grow older it gets rough 

She always say that soft feet 
Are a metaphor for life 

So I went to the grocery and bought Foot Cream 

The day i met my lover i wore Foot Cream 
The day i gave him my first kiss i wore Foot Cream 
The day you took me to the park i wore Foot Cream 
The day i realized i want you forever i wore Foot Cream 

And now my feet are soft.... 


09 Foot Cream

Winter Snuck beneath our Sheets 
While I was lying beside you 
You’ve become so frozenly away 

Every night 
I stare endlessly at raindrops 
I wonder if you see them from your window too 

Harold, do you think about me sometimes? 

Instead of my bed 
I find myself sitting on the cold floor 
Humming your composable sweet name 

I wonder if 
You still listen to the disc I gave you 
Do you listen to the disk since I’m away? 

Harold, do you think about me sometimes? 

Harold, oh Harold 
I miss your kiss, I miss your love


08 Harold

How would you feel if I’d stop struggling with nature? 
How would you feel if I’d grow my own way? 
Would you cry? 
Would you look at me differently? 
I’ll try to freeze myself and not to die 
Just to spare you 

Maybe I’ll go to Paris or New-York 
Find me a small apartment,  a lover 
And a place to sing 
Many blue songs, i’ll probably have dozens 
Cause they’re my only comfort 

Coffee reminds me the eyes of whom I shall give my hand to 
They are as deep as tunnels 
And I’m not able to handle their deepness in here 
I drown in them so I want to go away, 
I wanna go my own way 

Maybe I’ll go to Paris or New-York 
Find me a small apartment, a lover 
And a place to sing 
Many blue songs, I’ll probably have dozens 
Cause they’re my only comfort


07 Comfort

I’ve been working at a toy store
To get me some money
To get me out of here

A child enters the store and approaches his father
Saying: I want this

So he takes the little pink wand in his hands
And he feels like an extraordinary prince
His father tries to offer him a truck instead
But it's not worthy for royalty like him

When you'll grow a little older
You'll be working at a toy store
To get out of here

They'll try to interfere with your love for pink
And shove you to the blues

Wave your little pink wand in the air
And make everyone around you comprehend
That a blue truck doesn't make you more of a man
You're a prince, well you can make them understand

Don't forget you're a prince
Don't forget it, don't forget you are
A prince...


06 Toy Store


I am not afraid of my robot friend, I’m not afraid
He corrupts my morals but that’s ok, it feels good
I challenge my perception it’s all about recreation

I took off my shirt and started dancing along with my robot friend 
He immerges my most organic urges he stimulates me
We’re getting closer towards the edge, getting ready to jump
 
I burst out 

What is the point of this pointless pleasure? 
I put my shirt on
I’m dirty so I take a shower
Now I’m decent
Then my robot friend
Calls me again


How can I refuse, he knows I really like his colorful face 
Yellow, blue, pink, orange, green and red invade my personal space
This is the age of prophecy it’s all about exploration


I took off my shirt and started dancing along with my robot friend 
Jumping up and down going back and forth again and again 
We’re getting closer towards the edge, wireless bungee 

I burst out 

I’m lying in my yellow sheets 
It used to be white back then 
And I think of him, 
My robot friend 

He is my religion 
Though spiritual is not a 
Right way to describe it 
My robot friend, 
What do you want from me?


Ben Simone