Jag förstår inte?! Jag är mållös. Nog för att jag blivit hemskt mycket poetisk själv på senaste, men denna musiker är tamefan ett jävla geni. Han är verkligen mannen, myten, legenden. Peter Doherty.

I am the rain
lotions and potions just add to my fame
I rhymed that in Spain
I fall on the plane
The truth is I'm ruthless and can't be contained

I'm the rain

My friend the wind
with breath he is twinned
he'll blow high or low high tornadoes to spin

My mother the cloud
in widows black shroud
Gives birth to the earts before fields can be ploughed

Up in the sky
we've demand to supply
I am necessity
Base of the recipe
I'm the rain

My cousin the snow
lays blankets below
states that her flakes are but threads to be sown

My rival the sun
who ripens the plum
is feared an revered he gives sight to the gun

I am the rain
The truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained