On 1427 Safar 16, at 9:21 AM, Allan Revich wrote:

Normal Where and Tear

 

This is not about the way that anybody goes

It is about the news on the radio as seen on TV

When the talking head says nothing about me

When the spinning tops plunder what no one knows

 

It could be said that the world is an oyster shell

Lifting itself above the turtle back frames on spectacles

Like that time the pope wore Chinese food manacles

Or that event when nobody who knew could tell

 

Some people went out to fight a war for peace

While other people stayed behind to fight the battle

When governments fell among the popular prattle

And soulless priests give sermons on lease

 

Anything goes because nobody knows

Everyone knows what the scrap heap grows

 

Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes!


yours,
Ed Lighthouse (and nobody knows like me!)






RANDOM RODIO:
(often) rodcasting at:

"you won't like all of it"


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