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2005-12-22 03:43:39 ET
Thoughts from Doughty -
"Oh all the days
That I have run
I sought to lose that cloud that's blacking out the sun
My train will come
Some one day soon
And when it comes I'll ride it bound from night to noon.
I feel
as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel
as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
Aimless days,
Uncool ways
Of decathecting
Painless phase,
Blacked out thoughts
You be rejecting.
Lonely
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
beat it.
Lonely
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
beat it..."
"I Hear The Bells
Down in the canyon, it's
Snow in New York
Some blue December, I'm
Gone to the moon
Without you, girl, and I'm
Calling to you
Throughout the world and well I can
Hear the bells are
Ringing joyful and triumphant and
I hear the bells
They are like emeralds, and
Glints in the night
Commas and ampersands
Your moony face
So inaccessible
Your inner mind
so inexpressible
and I can
Hear the bells are
Ringing joyful and triumphant and
You snooze, you lose
Well I have snost and lost
I'm pushing through
I'll disregard the cost
I hear the bells
So fascinating and
I'll slug it out
I'm sick of waiting" |
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