My name is Bond, Vaga Bond
Hi
My name is Bond
Vaga Bond
You might think I am your show brand
but I am more like your foot print
I am a walker
a rambler
A facetory of barefoot feet
stepping on streets you still haven’t seen in your block
or not even on google earth
I am a tramp
so do you wanna be my lady?
Cause I am the traveler of the future
and the archaeologist of the past
my suitcase is filled with all kinds of extinguished insights
and lost insects
I have clothes for all climate changes
cause I don’t plan my trips
I only go where the shoes bring me
Bond
Vaga Bond
I was brought here on the top of a tsunami
I was shaken here by an earth quake
I was eaten up by a field
I was dried up by a desert
I ended up between the styrofoam on the container ship
between your children’s toys
And I don’t believe in only virtual meetings
but face to face
so I am here now.
Can I borrow your toilet, your bed and your baby blanket?
Cause I am your aunt, your cousin and your long forgotten neighbour
I am a left over from the future
The past? I ate it in the custody you put me in
I am the mail at the bottom of the mail box
The mail from nature
stamped in all corners
with dust
by dust
brusched out in the passport control
Cause my name is Bond
Vaga Bond
I am the survival agent of the world
trained in and by the third world
My number is 003
My visa is your conscience
My role?
I got it through a hole in the ozon layer
It is a supporting hole, I mean role, but it is growing bigger
Cause we are the blockbuster of the border police
We are coming now
Me and Mother fucking Earth
fertilising soil with existence
and your existence with ours
an earth quake of consciousness
and a cracking mask of temperature
My name is Bond Vaga Bond
You might think I am your show brand, I am more like your foot print
Bond Vaga Bond
I am the survival agent of the world
Bond Vaga Bond
And I am coming soon
to a bio sphere close to You
Written in 2010 in Swedish, first translatet 2011 performed in New York 2011 at an open stage