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Friday, May 13, 2005

Twinkle Fear

Note: You can kind of sing this toSublime's"Smoke Two Joints". I would try it with and without it.

when the stars go out in the moring
i go to sleep afraid
when the stars go out in the morning
i awake to find the day

when the stars go out in the morning
i can't help be afraid
that when i go to sleep
and count 'dem sheep
the stars won't be here today.

when the stars go out in the morning
i work my ass to shreds
when the stars go out in the morning
can't seem to leave my bed

when the stars go out in the morning
there's only one thought there
that i will be with you and the blue moon too
feel your breath and the way you croon
And wish through a thousand kisses that you'd stay

when the stars go out in the morning
i can't help be afraid
that there won't be stars at night no more
that you won't return like the night before
and my whole world will go astray.

when the stars come out at night
i breathe a lasting sigh
because my blanket of comfort
and my lady of love for
have returned to me again.

2 Comments:

Blogger Adrian said...

Again, the bit of rhyme and chorus works well here. I like it when your poems sing.

6:13 AM  
Blogger Footprint said...

cool i try to make them do that every oncce in a while. the proble is that they go off to vegas without me...

7:47 AM  

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