All those lovely freaks and weirdos, just trying make a life and trying to stay human.

"All the freaky people make the beauty of the world."

Starvation, is a creation of the devil
A rebel, I'm bringing food to the people
Like a widow, bringing flowers to a grave
In a meadow
In the city isolation is a riddle
To be surrounded by a million other people
But still alone like a tree in the desert
Dried up like the skin of a lizard
Or full of color like the spots of a leopard
Drum and bass pull me in like a shepherd
Scratch my itch like a needle on a record
Full of life like a man gone to Mecca
Sky high like an eagle I'm soaring
I speak low but I'm like a lion roaring
Baritone like a Rubisson recording
I'm giving thanks for being human every morning, morning, morning,
~michael franti (interpretation of "Stay human" from the album of the same name)