and so, I must Become an Exile and live in Amsterdam.

[Guest guest]

Dreams those silent screams that linger to shake the ages;

days of my youth

spent in desperation to a lost

? nation.

Born in innocent blood,

this parched blood-soaked land;

this place my homeland.

Baptized in blood it was;

innocent blood shed in another land,

this place of shame and chains.

In this vast unforgiving land

I was born;

my blood flows with this dust,

this bone bag, star dust;

this land of? blood and shame,

this land my homeland.

This nation driven by greed and a lost memory;

the tears drive me on,

and so my heart tells me I must live in sorrow in another land

at Amsterdam:

This fools masquerade, this place,

i call home;

this nation that sheds

? its blood in another land, for another nation.

Dreams born in blood, born in land,

this nation of chains, waste

and shame.

Empty suited politicians

play the game

and think only of gain;

in this land of chains.

Blood shed for betrayed schemes,

in this land of chains the blood does not count

but dollars do,

in this land,

this place of ? blood, chains,

and shame.

and so i must leave this place, my homeland and become an exile;

live in another place,

a land so distant so very far away

in the city called Amsterdam.

john

[kevinf]

I wanna live in amsterdam so bad, thats my dream place. Amsterdam is where my people are and I dont even feel like I should live in the USA. California is ok, but their not open to recreational smokers. Althought, it is very easy to get a medical card, still its not the same.

[Romeu9]

Truly, truly inspiring words and motivation, my friend!

You are full of it! Full of knowledge to pass to others, plant phylosophy, plant phylosopher!

True friend, from the deepest part of my heart!

take care

[Guest superbluehaze]

This land so very forgetful;

why?

this land of blood, innocent blood;

this nation of shame blood and chains.

this place of empty suited politicians.

this land full of betrayed dreams;

I will leave and live in sorrow in another land, in Amsterdam.

[Romeu9]

let us drink wine and smoke free the weed, yes! That's also a good tought!

Things have to be well arranged for me, and that is the plan!

And if it wasn't for the Music, I don't know what I do, too!

[Guest superbluehaze]

I was thinking of you Romeu when i wrote that;

we were talking earilier and you said you liked to drink wine and smoke.

One day Romeu

together we will drink wine ( portugese and Australian wine of course) and smoke the weed in Amsterdam

and we will not give a damn

for sorrow, nor for grief or the world

for we shall be drinking and smoking together in another land,

in that crazy town called Amsterdam.

one day mate,

john

[westie420uk]

room for a little un?

[Guest superbluehaze]

hi westie42ouk,

In Amsterdam

there is always room for one more,

join us there, and drink with us and sit out the storm.

In exile we all shall live;

and though our hearts shall be weary

for the land of our birth,

our hearts will beat just a little faster in Amsterdam.

In this crazy town in another land

in Amsterdam,

we shall all find a home;

and though our shoulders may droop just a bit

for what we must leave behind,

tall and proud we all will stand in Amsterdam.

all the best,

john

[Guest superbluehaze]

In another land were the heart is found,

reborn in that town called Amsterdam:

that place where wild roses bloom and the weed lives free,

in that town called Amsterdam

i too with my rose

shall live free in another land,

in that crazy town called Amsterdam.

[Guest superbluehaze]

this place, this dust of my heart,

where I have grown

I am an exile, a stranger to yourself and to the world.

This land of shame and chains

I must leave for another land;

where will my heart sing and dance

In another land not my homeland

where the weed is almost free

will my heart sing?

In a crazy town called Amsterdam