Where have all the good times gone?
tell me who is gonna shine a light on my own devolution
when there is nobody around!
I need a revolution
something to feed my spiritual destitution
keep my feet on the ground.
I need my own kind of town
somehow I can feel my way around
even when I am running naked and blind
Oh, I want a new kind of life
this one was trashed with the old pantomime
seems the season ran way too long.
My feet carving grooves into the thin layer of ice
feels like I could swim upstream
running the rapids sown from my weary eyes.
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I need my own kind of town.
Dont we all my dear friend.
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Yes indeed, we could all thrive in our own kind of town.
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oohhhh sad ending there but loving the line with the ice in... great work!!!! I can picture the pain at hanging onto hope here ... welldone xx DD
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Oh boy..
do i know this feeling! wow.. yes, great flow, and great piece of writing my friend..that line with the pantomine was hot..dude this really had some punch! bravo..
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Hiya Swan,
Man you know I would love to hear your groove on one of your pieces.
Maybe put some music to it for kicks and giggles.
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