it was monday that i missed you,
but then again you might not know.
then tuesday had a glimpse on the tube,
of the person i came to adore.
wednesday was the night,
when i thought everything was alright.
thursday came to tell me the truth,
to stop wasting my youth.
on friday it was solemn,
but in my heart was still you.
saturday caught me trying,
to revive a love that was dying.
and sunday became the day,
that a love just went away,
of all the only one day,
i'll remember us someday in may.
- melancholy of the 2nd child
confessions of a dog soldier
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
the man on TV
that song he sang from long ago,
came back to haunt my living room.
the dead man kept singing on, smiling.
oh yes, he was that man on TV from the 60s.
- puka the couch
came back to haunt my living room.
the dead man kept singing on, smiling.
oh yes, he was that man on TV from the 60s.
- puka the couch
Labels:
haunting,
idiotbox,
poetry,
ravelasalle,
tv
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