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Tuesday: On my way to work
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I was on my out of Tennessee
with the tumbleweed winds
and the Eastern sun on me
As the sky lits up like a cigarette
sleepy eyes crawl out of their nest and beds
Then a thought or two springs like poptarts in my head
The breeze is a beach
and the heat is sand
Hit the corner of the street
hide the bunnies with the tambourines
but your name it seems to be
shifting on me
I can't quite put it like a compass with no arrow
life sure is weird down the straight and narrow
Pink butterflies come out in the wind
to built a castle in the sand
or bury me
I'll get right down on it eventually
Your name is out there
I can almost see
but the bunny suit hippie won't play for me
Circus music
and boardwalk feet
I'm on a fork
round about the mid of a mouth
but memory's gone way down south
No I won't play
coz it's a little rough
No I won't say
that's coz it's hidden now
A little earlier back
if you gotten on track
you'd realise a twist
a tumble in the swinging stacks of tires and back
When I wasn't forty three
maybe I was twenty four...
Will it come back
No, I'm not too sure...
with the tumbleweed winds
and the Eastern sun on me
As the sky lits up like a cigarette
sleepy eyes crawl out of their nest and beds
Then a thought or two springs like poptarts in my head
The breeze is a beach
and the heat is sand
Hit the corner of the street
hide the bunnies with the tambourines
but your name it seems to be
shifting on me
I can't quite put it like a compass with no arrow
life sure is weird down the straight and narrow
Pink butterflies come out in the wind
to built a castle in the sand
or bury me
I'll get right down on it eventually
Your name is out there
I can almost see
but the bunny suit hippie won't play for me
Circus music
and boardwalk feet
I'm on a fork
round about the mid of a mouth
but memory's gone way down south
No I won't play
coz it's a little rough
No I won't say
that's coz it's hidden now
A little earlier back
if you gotten on track
you'd realise a twist
a tumble in the swinging stacks of tires and back
When I wasn't forty three
maybe I was twenty four...
Will it come back
No, I'm not too sure...
first written 8:05am 29/1/07
edited 8:14 am 29/1/07
second edition 8:25am 29/1/07
third edition 8:25 am 29/1/07
Tuesday
I got a song singing in my head on the way to work. I've been trying to write this down for a day or so.
edited 8:14 am 29/1/07
second edition 8:25am 29/1/07
third edition 8:25 am 29/1/07
Tuesday
I got a song singing in my head on the way to work. I've been trying to write this down for a day or so.
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This is cool.
I love Tennessee.
Sera
I love Tennessee.
Sera