Enjoy Patrick Lee Hebert and son recounting the days of youth and mis-understanding in this live ( at the time) gathering of soul speak.
Thoughts about reality… a 12:30 Am Excursion.
Patrick Lee Hebert and Patrick Lee Hebert II
The restlessness of the people is amazing
They swear to Gods unheard
They worship beings that have no spirit…
They plug into a black world.
Picturing a painting
Still life image
The colours and hue never were there
Impressionistic imaginations and watercolor thoughts
When I was young
A man came to our village
Speaking of the end
Speaking at me.
Once I thought about the moon and
Whispering on the cold breeze of
Love flits like a dragonfly
You swear she loves only you
Who are you to guess at such things
You have been betrayed brother.
Dreaming a dream…..
While inside a dream….
Makes a bit of difference I think….
At least I think….
Failure sensed through dreaming
Never really knew her
Broke my damn heart she did.
Awake to see that sky
Dreaming of being alive
Thinking of the melody of the trees
We laughed so loud it was unreal
We became fools for the spotlight of reason
We became whores for the solidarity of the races
We became embryotic fluid for God’s sake!…can you say why?
The night comes alive and speaks
The trees whisper their ancient melody
To recount the tales of heroes of men
Silent sentinels linger
Over the bones of men who fought
For the freedom of thought
And realized the futility.
Toutes ces choses sont les fabrications des hommes…
Des petits reves et des fantasies
Tout dans ma tete
C’est pleine des trucs comme ca
Je suis desole pour l’honte
J’était un homme natural
Maintenant…je suis malheureux
Ses yeux… Ses cheveux…
Habille en toute noire
C’était la premiere fois qu’on est recontre
Je me souviens pas