Expelled from heaven, for sins that we've never committed;
we've fallen into the most delightful hell.
Maybe... as our brains deteriorate, our souls improve.
Sad exercises in elementary ethics.
Welcome nowhere, we'll dance around the fire
come and let yourself go to the rhythm of the drums.

London, the sixties; La Garrotxa, 2000's.
Hendrix's life was hanging by a thread.

I keep quiet all day, the truth is that I don't know what I want to say to you;
I only want to kiss you and turn crazy and small;
words are the noises that can do most harm,
but music is a balsam for wounded hearts.

Let's get crazy,
I'm not going to come down.

You ask for justice, come off it, not even you believe it.
Thieves with alarms, dressed nudists.
London, the sixties; La Garrotxa, 2000's.
Hendrix's life was hanging by a thread.