by Adam Schlesinger
The King of Araby is coming home today
It's bumper touching bumper on the motorway
The sun is in the sky just now
But the road is grey
They drive in Winnebagos from the Everglades
Pulled over by the troopers in the mirror shades
The Caravan is sorry
The driver has a twenty and change
And we're leaving all the road for dead
We're getting tired of the twists and turns
You got to go when human nature calls
We're driving, we're driving
Through the valley of malls
And God forgive the passengers if we should fail
To find a penny fountain or a half-off sale
I need a merchant
I just started searching for a holy grail
Fighting for the freedom from a common band
To be a barracuda in the guppy pond
So little time for so many things to try on
Thursday, December 29, 2016
The Valley of Malls
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Labels: disharmony
Sunday, December 25, 2016
Noël nouvelet
Traditional
Noël nouvelet, Noël chantons ici
devotes gens, crions a Dieu merci
Chantons Noël pour le Roi nouvelet
Noël nouvelet Noël chantons ici
En Bethleem Marie et Josephis
l'âne et le boeuf, l'enfant couché au lit
La crèche était au lieu d'un bercelet
Noël nouvelet Noël chantons ici
L'étoile y vis qui la nuit éclaircit
Qui d'Orient ou elle avait sorti
En Bethleem les trois Rois amenet
Noël nouvelet Noël chantons ici
L'un portant l'or, l'autre la myrrhe aussi
l'autre l'encens qu'il faisait bon sentir
Du paradis semblait le jardinet
Noël nouvelet Noël chantons ici
En trente jours Noël fut accompli
En douze vers sera mon chant fini
En chacun jours j'en ai fait un couplet
Noël nouvelet Noël chantons ici
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Friday, December 9, 2016
I Feel Free
by Jack Bruce
Feel when I dance with you
We move like the sea
You're all I want to know
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free
I can walk down the street, there's no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd
I can drive down the road, my eyes don't see
Though my mind wants to cry out loud
Dance floor is like the sea
Ceiling is the sky
You're the sun, and as you shine on me
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free
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Labels: contentment, historical, romance