If you think that everything around you is the reality then try to survive until the time-out. All around you is just a dream if you spot something strange. Observe your surroundings and inspect everything. No one knows when it is over and you wake up in reality. Always remember before riding the city bus into the unknown that you need exact change.Īnd no one will remember your name, when you're strange.You are inside a multi-level dream. He died, the blood flowed down gutters and storm drains, the traffic in the rain continued to grow, and nothing more was needed to know. Jim Morrison, his savior and sire, 'Come on, baby, light my fire.' And as he opens his eyes in the blood and rain, he sees the city bus, and laughs and cuss as the oranges come off it and rush all around him, looking down at his mangled being.Įven though it was the last thing he was seeing, he said to the angel walking through the rain and pain that would finally open all the doors, the man in black leather pants and no shirt. Krypnonite in his veins, kryptonite makes him strange. The honks and horns blare and sound off, but he no longer cares until something hits him hard and makes him fly like Superman. The wind he feels rushing through the rain and air as he starts to run and watch the yellow lines. And so he walks through blaring honks and horns to another land without the orange. The yellow lines in the middle of the road. There is only one color now he must walk. Even orange mingles in the crowd, just so sure and proud. The colors blur, no longer does he see a he or her, they have become nothing more than a blur. And he pops another orange pill that sends him to another world.Īnd it rains and it rains and it rains. They are strange, they are strange, they are strange. Orange in the rain, they are not of this planet. When you're strange, no one remembers your name. When you're strange, faces come out in the rain. People are strange, when you're a stranger. We will rise up against you one day, orange!' He pointed to the oranges and cried, 'You don't belong here, you abduct us and probe us, but no more. He saw their faces in the rain above their colors so very bright. When you're strange, when you're strange, when you're strange….' 🎶Īnd yet he knew he was deranged.

🎶 'People are strange, when you're a stranger. In his mind he hears Jim Morrison singing: He sees them all… colors, nothing more than colors.

He, the man in the middle of the street, not looking too discrete. People walk with umbrellas here and there. He stood, drugged out of his mind only to find a reasonable solution in looking at the evolution of mankind.ĭowntown here and though, it was a wet rainy day, dreary too. He stood in the rain in the middle of the street, feeling high as a kite in the early morning light.

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