am sittin at a publick place, writing this idea for a new song.
treating this as a vvirtual napkin for writing poetry . in Poland theres lots of these internet coffeys as they call them. never seen no coffee in any of them.
so here goes the rough idea
Im a new man maybe not exactly Paul. still am a brand new man. Im not me mommy not my daddy nor am I my great great grand father who I believe was a gypsy. travelled through eons from India to Europe on them bandwagons, or so I heard on national geographic. my hair is dark blond and my skin is pallid whenever I sit a comp for half an hour, virtual Australian me freckles an all.
due to recombination , genes recombinations throwin of a dice, me Im a new man (not so pretty and bad actor as that one Paul ) . in my case two and two is not four. my mommy hates everybodys guts. my daddy was a professional soldier , he hated and was hated. me I love everybody, blacks with their good up and down vocalisations, their modulations with which my larynx would have eroded had I tried it. I love the Jewes (is this v or w). I walk everyday among their dead cemeteries and manor houses from which they were evicted due to war.I remember them and pity their loss.
I love other Poles. I love the girls. I love avant garde music that nobody dont seem to listen to. I love it truly not becouse it be fashion or whatever.
I am not like a single member of my family dead or alive.

this will be my new homely awkward song. yet it must be somink good . theres a gypsy blood in my cranium.