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He
Contributed by
Ppaul
on
Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 06:23:01 AM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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He’s a Rolling Stone, he’s got a home
He likes to ramble he, he likes to roam
He’s got a voice like nails and an orchestra in his pocket
He wrote the greatest song in the world and then forgot it
He rides the night bus with his personal stereo turned high
He’s a friend to the charity case, the unsure diplomat, the ones with the far a way look in there eye
He’s as honest as the Hurricane but he can lie
He makes the rounds and wishes he could fly
His boots were brought for walking but his hair dose all the talking
He’s a tipsy gypsy but he’s not lipsy, if you know what I mean
He’s got the Rainbow behind the locked door in the back of his mind
If he could find the key he could change the course of time
He’s everything I want to be and everything I don’t
Forget him?
I won’t
He’s visited the slum, looked out from the dock
He’s walked twenty miles of bad road hanging on to a solid rock
He’s very well read it’s well known
Staying up late to here the tongues of angels, heard dead voices screaming down megaphones
Constantly searching he’s had his mind twisted, blown apart and put back together
A regular tourist but a stranger within, feels like his own twin
His hands have created beauty but his creations make him sick
He tries to touch people but flinches when they touch him
Searching endless for the perfect companion
But he can't reconcile his visions to the canyon
He’s got a family who loves him, parents who trust
He’s as sure as a Tree with Roots but he’s not secure
Everywhere he goes people tell him ‘Your safe’
Looks them straight in the eyes but sometimes it’s a chore
He’s everything I want to be and everything I don’t
Forget him?
I won’t
Man of the streets, feels safe when he’s inside
Sometimes the suns to bright for his eyes
The cold wind pleasing, the icy rain teasing
He’s a wild Dancer in the silence of the night when everyone’s leaving
He can snarl like a tiger, snap like a trap but his sarcasm betrays misgivings
He looks up to the sky while everyone walks by and thinks he sees a comet
A wander a plunderer a squanderer who believes all things to be sacred
He closes his eyes and sees bliss opens them up looks around and sees the pit
Exchanging his mask for face, paint checks his watch and walks a raged mile to wait
Dark eyes, psychedelic shirts and leather coats
He’s not there He’s here He spits and He swallow as He floats
See the turmoil around you remember something you heard
Want to tell every one but you can t find the words
He’s everything I want to be and everything I don’t
Forget him?
I won’t
Copyright ©
Ppaul
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2005-04-14 06:23:01]
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