The Pencils

In my current "dazed & confused" state over my future it is amazing how music and lyrics can make me even more "bewilderly perplexed".

This Greek sing-songwriter wrote a song about how the yellow pencils of woodcraftsmen come alive at night aroused by the page-3 girls on the walls only to roll down in the dirty floor and be picked up early in the morning by the workmen... who remained ignorant of the miracle that takes place every night.

Trust me. I am not on therapy of any kind... even though you might think I need to start pretty soon. This is in an essence the translation of the Greek lyrics.