Found: Lost Dog...

YellowYellow Posts: 699
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
how good is he?
how warm are his eyes
you'll see it's not a reprise
did he arrive
too late and too tethered away
to put on his suit and his tie?
how good is he?
how warm is his heart
or ego telling him which place to park
did he relate, the message is clearly hardly
grounds for dismissal outright
grounds for dismissal outright
i wake up and wait up
when anger's in fashion
i wake up and wait up
it echoes through the mansions
i wake up and wait up
when april's in may, oh uh oh
i wake up and wait up
the answers are fatal
the answers are fatal
when i wait up and wake up
the answers are fatal
if he's truly out of sight
is he truly out of mind?
if he's truly out of sight..
It's all yellow.


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  • oh Yella.......

    pat de dawg!

    :)
  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    all the photographs are peeling
    and colors turn to gray, he's stayin'
    in his room with memories for days, he faced
    an undertow of futures laid to waste, embraced
    by the loss of one he could not replace
    and there's no reason that she'd pass
    and there is no god with the plan, it's sad
    and his holiness is proof, it's sad
    he could only love you, it's sad
    the door swings through a passing fable
    a fate we may delay, we say
    holding on, to live within our embrace
    eleven nights, he laid in bed
    hoping that dreams would bring her back, it's sad
    and his holiness is proof, it's sad
    he could only love you, it's sad
    holding his last breath, believing
    he'll make his way
    but she's not forgotten
    he's haunted
    he's searching for escape
    if just one wish could bring her back, it's sent
    and his holiness is proof, it's sad
    he will always love you, it's sad
    It's all yellow.


  • He can write a song.......

    A beautiful song.
  • YellowYellow Posts: 699
    he sure can :)


    so all you fools
    who sing just like him
    feel free to do so now
    cuz he's dead
    using, using, using
    the using takes toll
    isolation
    just so happy to be one
    sad to, sad to think
    sad to think of him more
    lonesome friend, we all knew
    always hoped you'd pull through
    no blame, no blame
    no blame, it could be you
    using, you can't grow old using
    so sing just like him, fuckers
    it won't offend him
    just me
    because he's dead
    It's all yellow.


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