Joe Weissman (22/4/03)
[email protected]
I m Joe... 16 yr old boy from London. This is another of my songs, basically
about a sense of hopelessness and idle wonder... but I m feeling better now tho!
Rock on...
Alien Human Mouldâ
by Joe Weissman
My alien human mould
Is starting not to fit me
The stories that I told
Are starting to affect me
The visions in my head
Are no longer realistic
The dreams I had are dead
And lifeâs no more simplistic
CHORUS
Is there a place where I can go?
A planet to call my own
Is there a place where I can stand?
With someone who understands
My alien human mind
Is controlling my breathing
But the air that fills my lungs
Is no use to my spirit
The people that I meet
Attempt to fill this crater
Land me on my feet
But they are no use
No use to me
CHORUS
Is there a place where I can go?
A planet to call my own
Is there a place where I can stand?
With someone who understands
CHORUS
Is there a place where I can go?
A planet to call my own
Is there a place where I can stand?
With someone who understands
My alien human mould
My alien human mould
My alien human mould
My alien human mould
OUTRO
(one bar of each)
END on D