"Sountrack of your Daydreams" -- A work in Progress
(Entirely thought up of in the shower,
and written in a towel still dripping...)
This is a song,
Born of the mountains sweat.
When the grass grows,
it hums a little tune that you cant forget.
Here comes the fire,
layed our before her feet.
The devil knows,
not even you can tame this beast.
He says to you
in his tainted breath
Before you go
Heres a few words that you cant forget:
Boy
Mountains will tumble and tears will cry,
But you aint ever no your never
gonna make it this high
So drop your music and say goodbye
otherwise your dreams will crumble
and your soul will die.
(Entirely thought up of in the shower,
and written in a towel still dripping...)
This is a song,
Born of the mountains sweat.
When the grass grows,
it hums a little tune that you cant forget.
Here comes the fire,
layed our before her feet.
The devil knows,
not even you can tame this beast.
He says to you
in his tainted breath
Before you go
Heres a few words that you cant forget:
Boy
Mountains will tumble and tears will cry,
But you aint ever no your never
gonna make it this high
So drop your music and say goodbye
otherwise your dreams will crumble
and your soul will die.
1 Comments:
sounds very dylan-style, i can hear folksy guitars *grin* the last stanza contradicts itself- how-ever:
PEHLE MUJHE DIKHANA THA :@
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