THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy I've had my lungs checked out with X rays I've smelled the hospital hallways Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Times when the day is like a play by Sartre When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order - I gave the doctor my description I tried to stick to my prescriptions Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot Maybe if I could do a play-by-playback I could change the test results that I will get back I've watched the summer evenings pass by I've heard the rattle in my bronchi ... Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot |
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While i only consider then slightly above the average folky-pop stuff, i absolutely despise how "Superman's Song" moves me. They should not have that power. I started getting misty just reading the lyrics. It's retarded. And i always thought this song was cute in a theological sort of way. Cute awkward god.- After seven days He was quite tired, so god said: "Let there be a day Just for picnics, with wine and bread" He gathered up some people he had made Created blankets and laid back in the shade The people sipped their wine And what with God there, they asked him questions Like: do you have to eat Or get your hair cut in heaven? And if your eye got poked out in this life Would it be waiting up in heaven with your wife? God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them; The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him So he said: "Once there was a boy Who woke up with blue hair To him it was a joy Until he ran out into warm air - He thought of how his friends would come to see; And would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?" God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them; The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him The people sat waiting Out on their blankets in the garden But God said nothing So someone asked him, "I beg your pardon: I'm not quite clear about what you just spoke - Was that a parable, or a very subtle joke? God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them; The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him |