Oil
The newsman told him
His bed had been burning
While he'd slept the other way
He pretended not to notice
But when its gone boy
You're gonna feel it.
you'll feel it.
so we drive our cars
to where we die of thirst
cuz we've always known
to feed our machines first
when we learn
that water don't mix with oil
all the fighting
will not feed the thirst at all
she feels nothing yet
as her bed burns on the tv set
but she can see the tears
about to wash up on her shore
to her door
for years...
what is the difference between a song and a poem if the song has no melody yet?
meh
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Do you know how long I have been trying to comment on this one Vic? I finally got my google account to work...so now let's try and bring these emotions back...just like I felt them when I first read these words...in the midst of it all. It won't be the same, but at least I need to let you now, this is really beautiful..and genuine...and pure.
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Thx for sharing Vic!