Here he comes, the guy,
56, named Paul Buchanan,
who knows the news
coming from his room at 3 a.m. of the soul
who leaves out words, sounds
thereby emptying the scenery
who makes certain lines wander
through your head again and again
who lets this musique noir glow, yes, glow
until its final dying sigh
who offers a lesson in melancolia
being a really good time (in a way)
(well, not really)
(well, sometimes)
… so, by the way, dear reader,
what are the „cars in the garden“ about?