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The man kills The man shoots The man beats The man abuses The man makes noise The man destroys Wherever he plays His rubbish stays Sun- glassed cigars Are driving the fat car With high speed racing to the next bar Is it warmed up mother´ s milkshake They are dying for? The man takes Without asking And he only gives Without getting nothing The man lies He despises the truth Darkened skies Where his shadow moves A hound of hooligans Drinking and crazy Armed to the teeth Encircling a baby Rifle at the ready What do they fear for? The woman is the man without a name But she is not the same She is his carrier She builts up the ruins of his war like game Without her protection All his false actions Sink in the sand A child of mother earth Keeps trying to preserve The gifts of life in his hand The man is a glutton He devours the earth He´s stuffing himself Until he bursts For his puke and shit He demands money But he labels it As milk and honey A cancerous growth Can kill them both But in the case Of the human race Evolution as the host Therefor is a little bit too big

saw that you were adding a second part wave project. Frankly, this dividing between men and women is from my own point of view purely theoric, I rather thing human as being made of feminin and masculin parts alike. Education maybe tend to erase and made it more difficult for men to express their feminin side, but I truely trust that it is lying deep within each of them. that's the way I have always understood Peter s lyrics of shaking the tree . . . Changing your ways changing those surrounding you Changing your ways more than any man can do open your heart show him the anger and pain soyou heal Maybe he is looking for his womanly side let him feels more, I truely make part of that humanity you re speaking of, I can t see myself external to it. :-] Thanks for sharing

Thanks for your interest, missklimt. I am still working on the part which tells my view about the woman in the man.

great wave project ! :-] from my own point of view,a man who really assumes his feminin part makes part of those expressing freely their feelings, something to do with the capacity to put emotions into words, first. and maybe, he is creative as well, on his own manner, that s to say not giving life, but creativ anyway. he does nt fear to loose ground in showing he is sensible for exemple. In some words, he has let appart the mask of values expected from him commonly. He is aware of the differences between the two sexes, but unafraid of what makes of a women someone different. I would say, unafraid, and no more jealous. I think, as he knows him, he is able to great what may be different between them as a gift. More difficult to express than I ought to have thought; then waiting eagerly for the following of your lyrics ! :-] :-]

Very good read. No division Two become one And from one may come another Or several siblings in between Like natural selection Mixing blood until he or she rises again For the mind looks for a way out While the flesh desires to live on This is the truth written upon the wall +++++++++++++++++++ Hope to read more from you

The Man And The Woman ( Cancerous Growth) .Still something to be added. The man kills The man shoots The man beats The man abuses The man makes noise The man destroys Wherever he plays His rubbish stays Sun- glassed cigars Are driving the fat car With high speed racing to the next bar Is it warmed up mother´ s milkshake They are dying for? The man takes Without asking And he only gives Without getting nothing The man lies He despises the truth Darkened skies Where his shadow moves A hound of hooligans Drinking and crazy Armed to the teeth Encircling a baby Rifle at the ready What do they fear for? The woman is the man without a name But she is not the same She is his carrier In the ruins of his war like game Without her protection All his false actions Sink in the sand Child of mother earth Keep trying to preserve The gifts of life in your hand! Clueless rip, don´t you know You are the better man? He knows well Answers with repression if he can Not your assertation To be the imitation of a creators´ look Not your justification for injustice With your fist on a dusty book The man is a glutton He devours the earth He´s stuffing himself Until he bursts For his puke and shit He demands money But he labels it As milk and honey A cancerous growth Can kill them both But in the case Of the human race Evolution as the host Therefor is a little bit too big A cancerous growth Can kill them both But in the case Of the human race Evolution as the host Therefor is a little bit too bigomething to add.