Saturday, December 27, 2014

2.1332 : 12/25/08 : Earthtone Pastels

I’d love to stop dreaming
dreams they die too hard
and they pile up every morning
spilling out into the yard
and I thought you were a genius
and I thought I’d make the grade
and I thought for all those hours
we would somehow then get paid
so it fell apart to nothing
with a whimper true to tell
and the tapes are slowly fading
even friendship went to hell
I still listen to the music
like the old earthtone pastels
once I heard the holy future
now I hear the warning bells

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