Sunday, February 13, 2005
About Me
- Name: Zook
- Location: Paradise, Waits
Thought I heard a blackird singing Up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name Got no place to go, ain't that a shame? Thought I heard that KC whistle Moaning sweet and low Thought I heard that KC when she blow Down where the sun don't shine Underneath the Kokomo Whinin' boy got no place to go S.m.r. I tell you s.m.r. I know Mountain high, river wide S.m.r. to ride So many roads Thought I heard a jug band playin' "If you don't... who else will?" From over on the far side of the hill All I know the sun don't shine And the rain refused to fall And you don't seem to hear me when I call Wind inside and the wind outside Tangled in the window blind Tell me why you treat me so unkind Down where the sun don't shine Lonely and I call your name No place left to go, ain't that a shame? S.m.r. I tell you New York to San Francisco So many roads I know All I want is one to take me home From the high road to the low So many roads I know From the land of the midnight sun Where the ice blue roses grow Along those roads of gold and silver snow Howlin' wide or moaning low S.m.r. I know So many roads to ease my soul (R. Hunter)
1 Comments:
FLEA (1984)
A LITTLE FLEA AS DARK AS NIGHT, JUMPS UP ON ME AND TAKES A BITE
IT NEEDS MY BLOOD SO IT CAN LIVE, AND LOVES TO TAKE, BUT HATES TO GIVE
IT JUMPS AROUND FROM HERE TO THERE, TO PROWL FOR SIGNS OF FUR OR HAIR
AND LEAVES A BITE IF YOU'RE AROUND, AND THEN SEEKS OUT SOME OTHER CLOWN
THE LITTLE FLEA, IS DUMB AND SMALL - IT REALLY IS NO THREAT AT ALL
FOR THOUGHT IT STEALS MY SO BLOOD SO BRIGHT, IT ONLY LEAVES A LITTLE BITE
BUT LET THAT FLEA INSIDE MY BRAIN, AND IT COULD MAKE ME GO INSANESO FREE TO TRAVEL SECRET PLACES, COLLIDING WITH MY DARKEST SPACES
BUT I HAVE A MIND, AND IT HAS DONE, WE'LL FIGHT IT OUT UNTIL IT'S DONE
AND ONCE I GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD, I'LL SMASH IT DOWN UNTIL IT'S DEAD
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