| Dílo #39854 |
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| Autor: | toomey |
| Datum publikace: | 30.05.2007 15:21 |
| Počet návštěv: | 796 |
| Počet názorů: | 2 |
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| Prolog |
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for the Few
plus this is how not to write lyrics |
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| Feels Like A Rolling Stone |
Taking a scattered sight at the place
I'm waiting until my cigarette ends
while recording this little note
for you to play on.
Hope I'll be gone
before you are put in the kitchen oven, the moron.
It just feels like
a rolling stone,
an insipid stock-still one
has crushed me down
to the last bone.
Oh, how come?
But how come?
The spider's still sleeping under my bed
so wicked, and so sad.
I've been killing all the insect in the flat
to see how fit it is to cope with its bit of famine
and all the rest of the crap.
To my surprise, and a little shock,
its webs are softer than my own bed.
Now how's that?
Wow how's that?
I'm leaving the flat with you
and in there the spider,
may it become your pet,
and you its better comfort provider.
Damn my head! - it just feels like
a rolling stone, an insipid stock-still one
has fought against my solidity, and won.
Noticed the stuff on the front wall?
No, it's not another of my post-extra-vagant attention call.
It's but mould, dear,
I guess it must be almost as old as me.
The cigarette's melting
under the hot grip
and my fingers once hungry to strip
are now yearning to kill
what do you think who?
'coz it just feels like
a rolling stone,
an insipid stock-still one
has rushed over
and now I'm crushed
damn hardly alive
grained all over.
I'm no longer our story analyser.
I'm sorrow drenched, my dear.
I suppose we all need a life virtualizer,
the poor spider, dear you, and namely me.
Some things in life can only be remembered
having been acquired by and sorted out within the heart.
The others are better to be learnt about
upon the pages of some second-hand experience,
if not a whole portion of bestseller, see.
Now right here I'll insert this lonesome line
to put it clear: I am dropping out -
have had my taste of honey-beer.
As it just feels like
a rolling stone,
an insipid stock-still one
has finally given me a nasty crush-down. |
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| Epilog |
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Počet úprav: 1, naposledy upravil(a) 'toomey', 30.05.2007 17:31.
| Názory čtenářů |
30.05.2007 19:18
 vittorijo
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naprvykrat som sa stratil priznam sa, ale vratim sa ked ma nebude za nohu tahat regresna analiza (o: |
02.06.2007 15:58
Shari
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pleased to read that
but its easier when not taken as lyrics, really :) |
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