Paroles de Weeds ll

This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species. a story of cultivation, exploitation, civilisation. found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. a cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains. a charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in. bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins. offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home. the story has always been the same: a source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment - drinking 'nurishment'. but weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path. growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties. care for some weed? so natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day; if only they can market this stuff right. come on: do your dance. come on, do your funny little dance. germination. plantation. exploitation. civilization. a sensational buzz - zzzzzz. crop rotation. genetic modification. the creation of expectation. ultimate frustration. this is the story of the weeds: the origin of the species.