Oh My God?! I Think ... I´m a Pseudo Indie...

"When?"
Said the moon to the stars in the sky.



"Soon," said the wind that followed him home.



"Who?" said the cloud that started to cry.



"Me," said the rider, dry as a bone.



"How?" said the sun that melted the ground.



"Why?" said the river that refused to run.



"Where?" said the thunder without a sound.



"Here," said the rider,and took up his gun.



Nick Cave & Warren Ellis - The Rider Song