People came from the prairies, they came from the void,
They brought their pennies and are ready to pay.
A Butcher or a Beaver, there is only one boat –
Decide are you in or you stay.
They long what their dream was abou
t,It’s a Merry-Go-Round, it’s a Roundabout,
Revolver, whatever you say.
With you or without
There’s always a crowd
You’re welcome to CAROUSEL!
You saddle a horse, or saddle a pony,
Despite it is false, despite it is phony
You saddle whatever it is.
To feel yourself proud —
break out of the crowd
So now the journey begins.
We are all only children, we love repetition,
We ask the magician
Same story again and again
The end is beginning,
Perpetual spinning
Each stanza repeating refrain.
We hate any change and value our habits
That’s why we invented this huge apparatus.
You’ll pass the same road, won’t turn anywhere
It’s a Merry-Go-Round, not Silly-Go-Square
Fear of the unknown is completely forgotten
The path has been passed a hundred times,
That loop we’ve been thrown, we’ve been caught in
Every stone is known here, every blade of grass
This road is beaten, banal as a refrain,
But we love to walk over it again and again
The carousel spins around like a snake
Who forgot where the tail is, where the head is.
Only endless movement without brake
The same, all the same ahead – Oh, it depresses.
June 25
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