Kooks (feat. Orestes Gomez, Last Jerónimo & Erik Deutsch)

It was the first day of May in the first year of a new century

The wind hit the Florida cattails with vigor and spite

A suspicious morning glow stood still past its hour

We were young and we were really high

You could see it in all our faces

Bursts of unsung songs taking flight in the minds of white skinned boys, barely dressed women

and mud foot children in the swamp from the city

Songs red and blue and fluttering in every color

Songs unlike the ones we’ve heard

Songs capable of daylight

Songs to defend the brave from cynic

We were feeling really good

So good I’d forgotten anything to forgive

I watched the bees twirl about

They blurred like sun rays through tears

It all became completely clear

The road is calling

You either answer or live with the regret of doubt of what could, maybe, might, have been

You either sing along or write your own song

You either implode in power and winds of stardust or you’re a player in someone’s hot pursuit of

happiness

How bad did we care for living?

My bags were packed long before I had bought them

The highway was lit before it was paved

I’m going somewhere that could change my mind

Somewhere that can tear me up

Somewhere that can build me back

And somewhere I could redefine love

True love and redemption only comes to the willing to be a kook

To be a Kooks in the sea, kooks in your home, kooks on