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This is the anthem of the half-hearted lad
Nothing makes much sense now
All the voices dance then fade to sand
Nothing makes much sense now
I just now punctured my life preserver
While the telephone rings its final breath
As the sky sinks into this opaque land
I become an unraveled ball of thread
Nothing makes much sense now
SCREAMING! I HEAR SCREAMING!
JUST LET IT GO! JUST LET IT GO!
RETURN TO THE DARK BLUE WATERS
Oh my loving silhouette, don't you cry
Good by Juliet, the clock ticks on by
This happens every time
This is the answer for half of a man
Nothing makes much sense now
The lights burn out,off to Neverland
Nothing makes much sense now
I'm out of sight, I the grand deserter
The birds break free,fly away with broken wings
Now this is the time the battery goes dead
Can time make a man of me yet?
Nothing makes much sense now
SCREAMING! I HEAR SCREAMING!
JUST LET IT GO! JUST LET IT GO!
RETURN TO THE DARK BLUE WATERS
Oh my loving silhouette, don't you cry
Good by Juliet, the clock ticks on by
This is now my one last time
Now it all makes sense now...
- by Viktor Laurel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/19/2010 |
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- Title: The Telephone's last Breath
- Artist: Viktor Laurel
- Description: Tried an experiment. I started the poem from phrases I made up and like and built from the ground up. I had no real idea what would come of it.
- Date: 11/19/2010
- Tags: telephones last breath screaming juliet
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Draikule - 12/20/2010
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Well let me first say I did'n see it rhyme much, and secondly I really appreciate your honesty about the construction of this poem/?
In all. Well designed. 4* - Report As Spam