Saturday, February 24, 2007

Big Boobs And Old Men

Came in from a rainy Thursday On the avenue

Thought I Heard you talking softly I

Turn on the lights, the TV And the radio

Still I can not escape the ghost of you What you


Happened to it all?
Crazy, Some Are Saying
Where is the Life That I Recognize?


Gone away But I will not cry for yesterday There's an

ordinary world Somehow i have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world I will learn
to survive



Passion or coincidence Once
prompter you to say "Pride will tear us apart Both"
Well now pride's gone out the window

Cross the rooftops
Run away
Left me in the vacuum of my heart

What is happening to me?
Crazy, some'd say
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away

But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive

Papers in the roadside
Tell of suffering and greed
Here today, forgot tomorrow
Ooh, here besides the news
Of holy war and holy need
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk

And I don't cry for yesterday
There's an ord

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