• Paris ⪢⪢
The ghost of revolution still prowls the Paris
Down all the restless centuries it wanders incomplete.
It speaks inside the cheap red wine of Cafe summer nights.
Its red and amber voices call the cars at traffic lights. #song
○○○ Bastille ⪢⪢
The wands of smoke are rising from the walls of the Bastille and through the streets of Paris
runs a sense of the unreal.
The Kings have all departed.
Their servants are no where.
We burned out their mansions in the name of Robespierre. #song