Citadel - School Day (Monday Morning) Lyrics

Palm trees hallucinate for themselves, as a rule
I've seen them do it myself
They dream of domestic archangels at their stool
And a child that sees rain for the first time
A true adventurer in her prime
I'd dare polygenetic faces to ease
The pain of my useless knowledge
And I wish I was a girl again, half-savage and free
While the moon looks down upon this show
And feels like Edgar Allen Poe
The moon looks down upon this show
The moon looks down upon this show
Fire at her shores, she prays "Go, go, go"
While going on to look upon this show
Feeling now like Marilyn Monroe
And will they sing my lullabies
In dirty hints of concubines
Or follow the path that the norm supplies?
And as I pass my time with Lorca
Sweet melodies engañadoras
Inexplicables flores blancas
Foreign streets of sadness and spontaneity
Never did I feel so good, baby
No one is afraid to die or fade away
Culture screaming, eyes still beaming
Mouths steaming
I tend to losing myself in dreaming
(Now if you lean forward a little
And then, if you watch the horizon
You will see
Ah you will see the sun coming up)
In the classroom's centre I feel I'm phosphoresising
With childhood wisdom so naïve
And so strong I feel they must be realising
My presence in their dead daily grief
As I proceed to get up and leave
The seat where I was so neatly placed
The teacher carries on her dance of the teeth
She thought it was just a fly I'd chased
And when she gets home to her spoons and friends
And the house where she was so neatly placed
Maybe for one second she stops to wonder
But then carries on her own race
'How can I ever get through to the kids
And make them understand the poets' words?
When all they think about is dust and dirt
And the echoes of what other people have heard'
I tell her that bleeding hearts and artists
Won't grow beneath the wooden rows of this room
That so many have sat on
And laid their bet on
The ivy that comes closing in soon
And who carry the weight of a hundred
Bored and static minds in their bloom
So my anger against authoritarian systems
In various places of a human life
Continues to linger below my colourful surface
Where beneath my sexual dreams it survives
It survives
It survives
It survives