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What can I say, she's walking away
from all we saw What can I do, still loving you It's all a dream How can we hang on to a dream? How can it really be the way it seems? What can I do, she's still saying it's through with how it was What will I find, I still can't see why she says what she does How can we hang on to a dream? How can it really be the way it seems? What can I say, she's walking away from all we saw What can I do, she's still saying we're through It's all a dream How can we hang on to a dream? How can it really be the way it seems? How can we hang on to a dream? |
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Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Girl's faces formed the forward path From phony jealousy To memorizing politics Of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists Unthought of, though, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. A self-ordained professor's tongue Too serious to fool Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school "Equality," I spoke the word As if a wedding vow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. |
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The cry of Eugene fills the air
His spirit can be found to wander Rancid atmosphere with despair His sense of urgency asks all Harlequin, Columbine, Speakers three Their spirits can be found to wander The Cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all times mine, a sunder The cry of Margret with the golden hair Looks down to Eugene and shoots the spell The two in harmony, of voice and mind Asks who, why, what, where once one of the kind The Harlequin and the Columbine, Speakers three Their spirits can be found to wander The Cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all times mine, a sunder The voice of Eugene cuts through air His gaze commands everyone to wander The voice he speaks dispel all care But Eugene is always there Harlequin, Columbine, Speakers three Their spirits can be found to wander The Cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all times mine, a sunder Splits all times mine, a sunder Splits all times mine, a sunder Splits all times mine, a sunder |
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So I wonder why when the pie in the sky,
gets green at the edge, jumps a senile hedge and asks questions. So I asked my ma, and she said ask your pa. And he said ask your ma, and wonders why his kids ask questions. So you fill me up with the gooseberry bush, and tales of the stork, and you tell me to hush when I ask questions. (synthesized) Daddy, where did I come from? (spoken man) Well son, you rather caught your old dad in a huff. I suppose the birds and the bees they won’t do, no they won’t do. Think of flowers, the flower carrying the seed, yeah that’s mommy. Mommy the flower, and your daddy sort of fornicates the flower. No, no, pollinates, fornicates, pollinates. No son, you didn’t just grow in the garden. No, daddy didn’t pick you. No, you stayed with the flower. And you sort of grow and grow and grow, and suddenly you’re you. That won’t do son? No, uh, well, it’s the best I can do. (spoken boy) No, daddy the fertilization occurs when the male seeds reach the female egg. You’re drunk you’re drunk Your back teeth floating in a gallon of booze. You can’t even walk with all the fuss of your shoes. You get yourself into such a state. You found drunken charge of a roller skate. It’s no small wonder that you can’t even answer questions. |
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