Yes, it is another song about refugees, after On The Run last month. I still can't believe that I wrote all of them sitting happily in Marseille while Germany was welcoming refugees at the train stations with cheers, bottled water, and stuffed toys.
Only one year later, right-wing ideology had taken over, and everybody was speaking of a crisis.
I still think a crisis only exists in the head. A crisis means, in a medical sense, something you can't do anything about as a doctor, only stand by helplessly, dry the forehead of the patient, and wait until the body or soul heals itself - or dies.
This is not a crisis. It's a problem, a bunch of problems, and they demand solutions. Not standing by helplessly. Because there is no immune system that will destroy the right wing virus. Only us.
Sorry for ranting. I am supposed to make nice music, to entertain, and keep my mouth shut.
But, as I put it in another song you all know, I won't. Never ever.
For patrons, here's the link to the post with the song in: