SMALL TALK AT BUKOWSKA AND LIBELTA: A poet in Poznan. - Poetry Chapbook, 2012.

“Krabo” They say moon is the same for everyone Streets are hostile or friendly Nothing depends on your luck You exist cause you’re taught to...

Sunday, August 24, 2008

"Last Rebel Standing"

As the night falls down on this hollow town
You can hear the roar of a broken machine
Once a bright chrome horse for the angel man
Once a motorcycle queen for the motorcycle king

Last rebel standing on the barricade
Last rebel waiting for the night to come
Last rebel standing on the barricade
Last rebel down

All the chrome is rust now, steel has turned to dust
Streets collapse and buildings crumble down
Facts are clear now, we lost this race
Somebody save us, save us from the gun

Last rebel standing on the barricade
Last rebel waiting for the night to come
Last rebel standing on the barricade
Last rebel down

Last rebel stands for rock'n'roll
Last rebel stands for love
Last rebel lives in truth
Immortal friend, you died so young

Last rebel standing on the barricade
Last rebel waiting for the night to come
Last rebel standing on the barricade
Last rebel down

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