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|Captain Africa (BG)
Fantastic day; my nature doesn't let me sleep,
Firefighters are riding home: to them there is nothing
to do here.
Soldiers of love, we're moving like ghosts of
Fairies on tramways;
We know electricity in the face – but is that a motive?
Untie to me arms;
I call for a captain Africa...
How many thousands of words – all for nothing,
Or theft of fire from the blind gods;
We know how to burn down, as alcohol on prostrate
I'll take my own there, where I'll see my own:
White rastafari, transparent Gypsy,
Silver beast in search of heat;
I call for a captain