The Gospel - Matisse

Stop my pervert talk

It was a breath of real life

These words weren’t really mine

Someone got inside my brain

Talking wisdom through my mouth

What the hell I am I talking about?

I can’t believe it’s me I hear

But all these ravings come out clear

I speak the truth

When no-one's near

So now I’ve got the key

And (for the first time) I can clearly see

How one could be

Without being free

I FOUND THE GOSPEL.

TRUTH ACCORDING TO ME

Other people say to me

«You are too young to know what’s what»

Then, they go and fall apart

Leant on books and friends advice

That’s what made me lose my sleep

In the dark I stretch and leap