Jukebox plays ska
I do nothing
And I don't sleep.
Days of fear
September through New Year.
When I think of my friends
Who are working
I'm afraid to go that way.
Isn't one of them
Loves the thing he does
Every one of them
Wants to get away.
I wish that I had something that
I could put my heart and soul around.
So I dream of better days
And I slip into a haze
While the jukebox plays.
Jukebox plays Doors
Strange Days and Riders On The Storm
Ray's keyboard and the sound of spray
And a long black car
Comes to drive me away.
When I think of the fate of my heroes
I'm afraid to go that way.
don't want a be a heap
On a bathroom floor
Don't want to burn out or blow away
Just want to find me something that
I could put my heart and soul around.
So I dream of better days
And I slip into a haze
While the jukebox plays.
4 comments:
I heart Deaf Institute Trof.
hmm, this open ID stuff is more complicated than my dissertation-shot brain can cope with...
grrr. Earlier it was coming up with my actual name rather than 'liontigerelephantbear'. I don't know what I'm doing differently :( This is causing me untold suffering which I am taking out on your comment box.
Welcome, Mr/Ms Bear. I also look after OpenID UK, so maybe I can help you.
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