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WASTIN' TIME
Have they sweetened your nights too?
Distant, though lingering so close
Present, silver-lining, given to you
Echoes, with the allure of a rose
If you’re kind of a hummer,
the world of words stretches its ties
so near, when you’re blue
They are the summer
with a thousand Julys
To greyish reality a fair addition,
intoxication, even addiction
If I dare to use an elizabethan word
by a bard, not too seldom heard:
That music ”hath”
a far more pleasing sound
Is it the “path”
to which you’re bound?
Leave behind the gloomy faces
of the past. There is no return
Let go of Mrs. Ale Lady
A few select, as Mr. Pale Maybe
Such a dirty old man
Always shouts out something obscene
Oh so mean, oh so mean
left to learn
Was there a king? Or a queen?
She said so, she said so
Where they living or dead?
I guess, something in between
Looks like freedom
but it feels like death
Closing time
As if you were due
to the river of Lethe,
Its water awaits you
along with its depth
It is said to offer relief
for those tormented by sins
Maybe it’s just an old belief
It seems those sharp pins
Will make pain persist
On and on repeat the list
Did you think a bridge
was awaiting someone like you
over troubled waters?
As if bridges were Heaven sent
to beings so badly bent,
demons, devil’s daughters
She took you down
to her place near the river
And you sit before her, kneeled,
danger well concealed,
And you know that she’s half-crazy
But that’s why you want to be there
Bleeding wounds, that never healed,
soaring secrets, securely sealed
And you hum, always hum
Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
Will be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes
Watching the ships roll in
Isn’t that fun?
They come all the way from China
Wastin’ time