After The Crop - Lyrics - Machiavel

The wind had bent the crop when the mountebanks came back from the hop Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light and took the path to their next plunder or fight The rain had beaten down the corn When the mountebanks came back in the morn Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light and took the path to their next plunder or fight After a hard day far from the land of the sky The cardboard clouds returned home without a cry The lights went out one by one. But this day was not like another one The night woke up like a badly washed *** And the voice of the wind was going off pitch I was always on the rack ! Like a wave that the beach throw back ‘Cause she thinks she ‘s looking too ugly Or maybe cause she ‘s looking too lovely Like a star lost in the sky I had just one friend, my cry And I heard people play and I heard people say: "This year the crop will not be good However we have worked as much as we could" Roaming under mechanical moonbeams I was going down in my dreams Without a look and well oiled I was alone with my world Like the blind of the electric flock But I knew that I would give them a shock My saturated heart cried his pain But what was rolling in my brain ? I tried to forget what was said in the books All their stories of crops and crooks But somehow I can not talk I still had this electronic walk Like the blind sheep of the electronic flock But I knew that I would give them a shock My saturated heart cried out his pain And my revolt broke out off my brain ! They were looking at me with big eyes of ice But for me it was so nice I was free ! I was me ! No more what they want me to be Like the blind sheep of the electricflock But I knew that I would give them a shock And the rain did not beatdown the corn It had been cut this morn.