Friday, February 25, 2011

A Small Request - lyrics

Ladies, I don’t mean to amuse you
with my song.
Fact is I will abuse you
before long.
And I’ll probably confuse you
and beat the gong
of driving you away.

Eyes, mine, abstract footsteps
in my inner space
beat the subtract regrets
of your grace.
ill attract my language begets,
but just in case
please remember this.

Don’t fall in love with a poet
because it’s over before you know it.
The lines may sound like solid strips of gold,
but the scars, they get so old.

She says: “Your words are so beautiful
to me.
And, your thoughts on art are beautiful
to me.
But, the concepts have no meaning
to me.
So I...I will twirl away.”

And she says: “I’ve never been a muse
until tonight,
and the prospect is too much
for my light.
You may think you know my world,
but you’re not right.
So I...I will disappear.” Should’ve told them

Don’t fall in love with a poet
because it’s over before you know it.
The metaphors and broken bits of string,
oh these...these become the dream.

So ladies I stand before you
with these thoughts.
This message I implore you
like things I’ve fought.
This, my fiction, may restore you.
You might be bought,
or you...you might be sold.

So to translate,
to bring things around,
do not concentrate too much
on my sound.
I only serve to illustrate
this taste of ground.
Move along. There’s nothing more to see. And just remember...

Don’t fall in love with a poet
because it’s over before you know it.
You may think we have the gift of sight,
but soon enough you become the fight.

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