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Lingering Feeling
Contributed by
drone
on
Tuesday, 19th February 2019 @ 01:20:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Have you Ever
had that feeling
in the morning
of a dream
that you couldn/'/t
quite see
Past your feeling
of dread
and fear
that a seed
has been planted
in the back
of your mind
that there is
More
to this life
then what you hear
more to this life
then what you see
but that lingering taste
of a feeling
of a dream
you hate
because
you fear
of what it will mean
if you agree
there/'/s more to life
Then This
Copyright ©
drone
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2019-02-19 13:20:59]
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Re: Lingering Feeling
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Sunday, 24th February 2019 @ 11:19:05 AM AEST
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Mr. Tambourine Man
Bob Dylan
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I/'/m not sleepy and there is no place I/'/m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I/'/ll come following you
Though I know that evening/'/s empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I/'/m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street/'/s too dead for dreaming
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I/'/m not sleepy and there is no place I/'/m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I/'/ll come following you
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can/'/t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
I/'/m ready to go anywhere, I/'/m ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I/'/m not sleepy and there is no place I/'/m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I/'/ll come following you
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun
It/'/s not aimed at anyone
It/'/s just escaping on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facing
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time
It/'/s just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn/'/t pay it any mind
It/'/s just a shadow you/'/re seeing that he/'/s chasing
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I/'/m not sleepy and there is no place I/'/m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I/'/ll come following you
And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I/'/m not sleepy and there is no place I/'/m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I/'/ll come following you
Peace! |
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