Montag, 25. Februar 2008

float

Drank away the rest of the day, wonder what my liver'd say:
Drink, that's all you can
Blackened days with their bigger gales blow in your parlor to discuss today.
Listen, that's all you can.

But don't, don't sink the boat,
That you build, you build to keep afloat.
And no don't, don't sink the boat,
That you build to keep afloat.

Sick and tired of what to say, no one listens anyway,
Sing, that's all you can.
Rambling years of lousy luck, you miss the smell of burning turf,
Dream, that's all you can.

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