For a week, I had a series of weird dreams, the final one linking with the beginning of the first. And it made me write this.
"I'm standing in the shadow of the Church and the Tower,
My boots are gone, my hair is long and I hold a flower,
Singin' bowt a man with his head in the sand,
Laughing at my sycophantic, broken demands,
I wonder far too slowly in the sea of the moon,
Walking by the harbor and the Sawdust Saloon,
Contemplate the things I said to make him return,
Flirting with my providence without a concern,
And in the Bar she gambles late into the night,
Swallowed by the neon panoramic delight,
The thoughts in my mind are beginning to grow,
As I listen to the guitar - her skirt starts to flow
My friend he was with me when the murder was done,
We washed away our blood stains at the rise of the sun,
Buried all our implements so deep in the earth,
And we covered up our felony with layers of turf,
But as I lay awake at night the blood stains return,
I wash until it bleeds, I wash, the bleach starts to burn,
I crawl into the road and the carlights got near,
And in the blaze the blinding light it all got so clear
And in the Bar she gambles late into the night,
Swallowed by the neon panoramic delight,
The thoughts in my mind are beginning to grow,
As I listen to the guitar - her skirt starts to flow
The Windy Cities biuldings were all covered in dust,
People carried signs reading in God we trust,
But underneath the city the decisions were made,
Figuring the profit lost and where to invade,
The Sawdust Saloon was beginning to swell,
I entered and I found my self knocked out by the smell,
When I noticed the women there all looked just the same,
They all became obsessed with obtaining my name,
And in the Bar she gambles late into the night,
Swallowed by the neon panoramic delight,
The thoughts in my mind are beginning to grow,
As I listen to the guitar - her skirt starts to flow
He could have killed me with a flick of his knife,
Vegence was his but he gave me my life,
And when I asked him 'Why?' he told me to run,
As I ran with blind, confusion tears I heard his gun,
Who is this man what sort of Devil is he?
He had me in his trap and he let me go free,
Death was my fate yet here free as I go,
I realise this man has killed me, even so
And in the Bar she gambles late into the night,
Swallowed by the neon panoramic delight,
The thoughts in my mind are beginning to grow,
As I listen to the guitar - her skirt starts to flow
So I didn't wash, I grew my hair I lay in the dark,
A lonely woman found me to relinquish my spark,
She spoke of distant mountains where the renegades go,
They make love and look down on the carnage below,
She told me a way to summon hundreds of men,
Who would fight their way to freedom, fight for freedom again,
She requested my boots in exchange for her flower,
And I was left standing by The Church and The Tower
And in the Bar she gambles late into the night,
Swallowed by the neon panoramic delight,
The thoughts in my mind are beginning to grow,
As I listen to the guitar - her skirt starts to flow
Been walking about humming this all day, good job and great guitar
Yamahman 3 years ago 4
Great. Now go beat the shit out of Justin Beiber.
TheAdultChild101 1 year ago 2