HEDGES

(v. piccolo)

Maybe the hedges of his name were hiding him from everyone
Or was it just the lack of the fame in a life that had just begun
But two days is a hell of a long time
No-one’s calling, no-one’s missing
His crazy hair in the wind
Or the sound of his fingers picking

Yes, I know what they say, Thanksgiving means gratitude
But I myself would never pray, this is not my attitude
Holydays are party days
Friends and parents all together
Then somebody disappeared
Could have been there like for ever, and ever

He was not only
A dream in wood and steel
He was the one
He left not only
a bunch of melodies
he did spread out
a lot of remedies
and all I can say
(is that) I’ll see him again and again
                    
‘Cause it’s the hedges of his name that keeps the memories protected
And it’s the perfect music game that leaves the secret undetected
Harmonies will take your breath
Words and rhymes will do the rest
If you’re searching for a muse
Well I can tell you that

He was not only
A wonder on the strings
He left not only
a bunch of melodies
he did spread out
a lot of remedies
and all I can say
(is that) I’ll see him again and again