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Seaside Avenue Blues
Contributed by
franciswolf
on
Wednesday, 5th July 2006 @ 01:30:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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There is a town by the city border; folks call it the City of Salt
Its famous for disagreement but theres really nobody at fault
And the townspeople keep their doors at an awkward halt
Like desperate ghosts keeping in theyre socializing like a murmured cult
And, answered again was the telephone line
Where Miss Valley Day had me fill out her order to dine
I dont know about her shores, but her slopes are doing just fine
Maybe I need clearer vision but I just cant read her sign
I started out in high school King and hopeless like a royal fool
The shed was empty but I can make out a big mans tool
What some people do just to be something invested as cool
Its like playing the part of rocking chair when youre made out to be a stool
Simply put its all rain horses and fiery ants
There are those galloping through water while others are burning under plants
And jokers just deny while others make up decent rants
While writers toil away for others to recite their prepared chants
Nomadic moles search the world over like it were the whirl of a rice mans bowl
Theyre blind but theyre trying to peek at some destination known as a soul
But little do these animals know they are not in any found control
No, its never the mole deciding whether or not to leave that hole
I could be wrong, but Im not, no I know that Im right
So please stop with the sunglasses, Im feeling ready for some light
Just be sure to keep the hourglass spinning on into the night
And keep your arms wide open, you know I aint looking to fight
Its all over now; you can give me all the compliments you can feed
The anarchist know it isnt about what you want its about what you need
So if youre looking for some direction, baby, I got just what you should heed
And dont you question my direction, everything I write will take you where I lead
Seaside Avenue, its got the message blinking round the trumpets interior
If you look through it like a kaleidoscope you will see whats near
Bards like me shouldnt tell you whats to be nervous or whats to fear
But Honey Pie, believe me, you need to get the hell out of here
Copyright ©
franciswolf
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2006-07-05 01:30:53]
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Re: Seaside Avenue Blues
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 5th July 2006 @ 01:43:13 AM AEST
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Very mysterious, intrieging write.
Awesome.
huggs, smiles,
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