Why is it
They always make so many
Love songs
And no one gets tired
And everyone sings
Love songs
From me
Sometimes I can't take it
Ninety-nine and a little more percent
Of the songs that exist are of love
And as for the rest
I want to sing only
Songs of protest
Against love songs
I hate "As Time Goes By"
The manifesto
Love songs
A lot of jealousy, a lot of complaints, a lot of "ouch"
A lot of longing, a lot of heart
And the abuse of a
Holy name in vain
Or the sanctification of a banality
I wanted the fair song in truth
From freedom only from singing
Tender, clean, lucid, and yet
I know that I only know how to want to live
Of love and music