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Posted by muffled on January 8, 2006, at 11:36:27
ONE OF MY TURNS
(there's an audio bit where they are in a hotel room, then the song starts)........Day after day,Love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
Night after night, we pretend its alright
But I have grown older
and you ahve grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more
And
I
feel
one of my turns comming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drumRun to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
one of my bad days.
Would you like to watch tv?
Or get btwn the sheets?
Or contemplate the freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would'ya like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think its time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
Posted by alexandra_k on January 8, 2006, at 21:24:37
In reply to Pink floyd, The Wall, posted by muffled on January 8, 2006, at 11:36:27
(((muffled)))
i feel like that about myself a lot of the time too:-(
Posted by cockeyed on January 14, 2006, at 22:20:34
In reply to Re: Pink floyd, The Wall, posted by alexandra_k on January 8, 2006, at 21:24:37
"How can you have any pudding
if yer can't eat yer meat?" Or something
"Yer can't have any pudding if
yer don't eat yer meat!"
All in all and all and all, it's just
life on life's terms. Cockeyed
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