Pepper Land & Strawberry Fields

Tomorrow never knows.....

lunedì, settembre 05, 2005

 

   its              eti ttathyourrules   etoadmititsget 
    get            mei  augivegottoadm  tin
     tin          use   htm             gbe
      gbe        dto    ewe             tte
       tte      get     ren             ral
        ral    mad      tco              itt
         lth  atm       oolititsgettin    lebettersinceyo
            ysc         youbetteralitt                 uve
           hoo          are                            bee
          lth           hol                            nmi
         ete            din                            nem
        ach             gme                           eus
       ers              dowlebetterall   edtobeangryyoun             
      tha               nwithetimeihav   mehidingmehead


       
        i m d o i n g t h e b e s t t h a t i c a n

posted by RubberSoul 02:46 | commenti (6)

domenica, settembre 04, 2005

                  Wednesday morning at five o´clock as the day begins
      Silently closing the bedroom door
    Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
   She goes downstairs to the kitchen
 Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she´s free

          She
          We gave her most of our lives
          Is leaving
           Sacrified most of our lives
                                   Home

   We gave her everything money could buy
  She´s leaving home after living alone
For so many years

                 Father snores as                    his wife gets into
                 Her dressing gown                   Picks up the letter
                 that´s lying there                Standing alone at the
                 top of the stairsShe breaks down and cries to her husband
                 "daddy, our baby is gone"Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?
                 How could she do this to me?SheWe never thought of ourselves
                 Is leavingNever a thought of ourselvesHomeWe struggled hard all
                 our lives to get by                She´s leaving home after living
                 aloneFor so many                   yearsFriday morning at nine o´clock
                 she´s far away                      Waiting to keep the appointment she
                 madeMeeting a                       man from the motor trade

SheWhat did we do that was wrong?
Is having************************
We didn´t
know it was wrongFun
Fun is the one thing
that money can´t buy
Something
inside
thatwas
always deniedFor so many yearsShe´s
leaving home bye, bye**************

posted by RubberSoul 01:24 | commenti