Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Alone in the sound booth {working out lyrics of Love}

It'd be different if I'd never gotten
what I'd said I wanted
but, dry spells are dry spells
there's no two ways around that corner.
I'm not a Hungarian guy who'll go home with… whatever
as the night turns into day
I know that you'd say
I may be cutting myself off at the knees
maybe it'd be best to return to my once conquered lands
like a muslim sneaking through the eurozone
HEY! HEY!
Why should it be so difficult?
what's the diff?
As long as you knock it out of the park
before you kickoff the planet
for the final encore
the grand finale
something you need
Something akin to the statement:
veni, vedi, vici 
Ad libitum
simply & succinctly stated
Play it by ear & let the chips fall
where they may 




pmpope 2012

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