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| Karma_Jack
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Subject: A song. By Karma Jack | |||||
| THIS PERFECT DAY. In this the city, where you never know, when a psycho`s gonna wanna come callin` you, here in the park, after dark, ha ha. This is the spirit of romance calling. These are the swings, and these are the slides, and these are the days when everyone rides, on the crest of a wave, like a criminal mind, like a secret underground rave, in a secret underground cave. Where the rats chew my bones, an` people pick up stones, and everybody`s smiling, but, not really smiling at all. - In this the city, where you never sleep, gotta keep high-wired, never close your eyes or dream, technology breeds, society bleeds. This is the age of romance dawning. These are the wings, and these are the chains, and these are the things that keep us insane, on the crest of a wave, like a brand new dream, of a wonderful brave new world, for a wonderful brave new girl. But the rats chew my bones, an` she`s already stoned, and I don`t understand, why you won`t hold my hand at all. - In this the city, where you never go, you never know when you`re gonna need someone to love, communication is a crowd in mind. This is the fire of romance burning. These are the hands, and these are dreams, and this, the only real thing in life, it seems, on the crest of a wave, from a brand new dream, of a wonderful brave new world, with a brave new flag unfurled. Still the rats chew my bones, while the killer in me stones, and I don`t give a damn, if you won`t hold my hand at all. - - - How many can I enter? |
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