The Fool

sevensins

I sold my soul today,
the devil he refused,
said i wasnt worth it,
i said he's got nothin' to lose

Told him i want nothing,
just my soul to go away,
he looked at me and laughed,
told me to go pray

I got quite angry then,
demanded he take my soul,
it was then the devil took his tail,
threw me in a bowl

I laid on the bottom,
as it filled with milk,
like a saucer for his cat,
It's giant toungh licked me.....ohh i felt the silk

oh i felt the silk
oh i felt the silk
oh i felt the silt
oh i felt the silk

DopeBeastie

'tis wonderful as usual, seven


thank you for sharing :):)

FinsburyParkCarrots

I'd love to hear music to this. Makes me want to pick up my guitar and try to sing ot, as all the best lyrics should.


I like the Nick Drake sig, by the way. That whole "Pink Moon" album is never far from my desk. Nick lived in Cambridge for a year or so, you know, when he was reading English at Fitzwilliam College, well before I was born. "Riverman" from "Five Leaves Left", so the story goes, was inspired by the view from the city footbridge, going across Jesus Lock, from Jesus Green to Chesterton Road. It was said that Nick used to hang out in a house in Carlysle Road, off Chesterton Road, and play 12 string guitar there, for friends. A former tutor of mine went to college with Nick Drake, and he remembers Nick having these enormous hands. When I mentioned I liked Nick's music he asked me how Nick was doing these days. He'd lost touch with him in about 1970 and hadn't seen him since. He didn't know the story. God, he was hit hard when I told him. Strange to tell a story that's part of popular culture to someone for whom it's so very real and personal. Very strange experience.

sevensins

I sold my soul today,
this time the devil played no part,
nothing so extream,
just a wandering vagrent,
seemed nice enough to me,

He asked me what was wrong with it, I was so cold so i made a anser quickly, I said "It doesnt have too many miles on it, i think it may have been a poet's before I got it, but i dont use it anymore", I was so cold, he agreed to take it and asked what i wanted in return, I told him his jacket would surfice, he agreed and left me.....lonley but warm under the gental cows skin

Now i am souless,
"comftorbly numb" one might say, I have nothing and THAT is everything,
I'm so hot under this jacket now though..............

FancyFacade

good to hear from you sevensins, hope everything is ok with you.

sevensins

Originally posted by FancyFacade
good to hear from you sevensins, hope everything is ok with you.

actialy right now I'm a little pissed of at life and the woman I love......but fuck it

ecope

*applauds*


I envy your talent.

sevensins

souless, meaningless, flightless birds are perched at my window,
calling for me to come out and play, to climb out the window with them, fly till we reach the heavens, only to be turned back at the gate, by a unforgiveing hand

Am I a fool for the choices I've made?, Am I a punishment to myself and those close to me?, my jacket is old and worn out now,
no longer fitting to my fragile freezing body,
I were nothing on my cold bones

Now I sit nakedly, anoingly loud wispers poke my ear drum, wispers from the the happy couple, pity them, pity me not souless, meaningless birds,
for I am the one who will be happy, when the sun go's down