Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud

Solemn faced, the village settles down, undetected by the stars

And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep

And the last thing on his mind

Is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned neath the covered wooden shaft

Folds the rope into its bag

Blows his pipe of smolders, blankets smoke into the room

And the day will end for some as the night begins for one

Staring through the message in his eyes, lies a solitary son

From the mountain called Freecloud where the eagle dare not fly

And the patience in his sigh

gives no indication for the townsmen to decide

So the village Dreadful yawns

pronouncing gross diversion as the label for the dog

oh it’s the madness in his eyes as he breaks the night to cry

It’s really me

Really you and really me

It’s so hard for us to really be

Really you and really me

You’ll lose me though I’m always really free

And the mountain moved its eyes

To the world of realize

Where the snow had saved a place

For the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud

And the village Dreadful cried

As the rope began to rise

For the smile stayed on the face

Of the Wild Eyed Boy from freecloud

And the women once proud clutched the heart of the crown

As the boulders smashed down from the mountains hand

And the magic in the stare of the Wild Eyed Boy said

Stop, freecloud! They won’t think to cut me down

But the cottages fell like the playing card hell

The tears on the face of a Wise Boy

Came trembling down to the rumbling ground

And the missionary mystic of peace/love

Stumbled back to cry among the clouds

Kicking back the pebbles

From the Freecloud mountain track

Canção de liberdade em meio aos anos 1968, no disco que marcaria época Space Oddity. Canção cuja forma também ultrapassa espectativas, misturando diversas linguagens: do Western ao Rock, do Folk ao clássico. O que faz dela mais do que uma canção de protesto: um exercício de liberdade simbólica daquele que seria conhecido como o camaleão.

Voltando aos dias de hoje: direitistas e esquerdistas têm a visão limitada do temor das máscaras. Temor infundado, porque a máscara é imperfeita. Basta se aproximar do grupo, notar neles a parte descoberta. A parte real de seu protesto: os olhos selvagens e sedentos por mudanças que a civilização não é capaz de fornecer.