The fruits of tomorrow are already planted
Here and there I can see the fresh air dwelling
And some boys are selling
What’s left from the organs transplanted

        The future is already here, my squire
        Isn’t it some mystery that humans are still around
        Ring the cemetary bells and whistle to the sound
        Of Jim Morrison’s voice in Light My Fire

Shattered all over the red hot sandy beach
Are the ghosts of yesterday’s victims
While the survivors try to move on with dictums
We wanted knowledge but all the father could do was preach

        The future is already here, my son
        Isn’t it some mystery that humans are still around
        Ring the cemetary bells and whistle to the sound
        Of Jim Morrison’s voice in Summer’s Almost Gone

Thinking of someone else’s shiny mystery tales
Of economy growth and self-restoring nature
Wait a second, there goes the peep of my pager
Would you be so kind of meanwhile taking my sales

        The future is already here, my worm
        Isn’t it some mystery that humans are still around
        Ring the cemetary bells and whistle to the sound
        Of Jim Morrison’s voice in Riders on the Storm

Sitting in my tiny boat right in the centre of the ocean
Watching the clouds and trying not to think
I would certainly do with just another drink
While watching the world going down in slow motion

        The future is already here, my friend
        Isn’t it some mystery that humans are still around
        Ring the cemetary bells and whistle to the sound
        Of Jim Morrison’s voice in The End.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2023