Deformed
And reformed
And out of bounds,
Bound to come up
(And what goes up
Must come down
Or go up, up and upward
Or stay in its status quo)
And called and called for
And trap and side door;
But what for?
Listen to the old man speak
Greek, it's all Greek to me
He tells us it's all gone
And worth it.
Out of bounds
It was bound to come up
And he was bound to say:
“Come back”
(“and come forth”)
Pa eto, vrijeme je za velike odluke. Pitanje, jer nekakvo se uvijek mora postaviti, jest da li to činim(o) iz straha od obaveze ili zaista zbog nekih viših poriva? I'd like to think da je ovo drugo. Makes sense, ako ništa više. In a strange, depraved way.
And those, they tell me, are always dirty.
Or maybe her attention is drawn by aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play
*sigh*
Well, okay. I like being dirty. Nemojte da vas društvo indoktrinira. Be dirty for all the right reasons.
…and I was born one dark gray morn
With music comin' in my ears
In my ears
Dirtiness for dirtiness' sake je bezveze, kao i sve for *ubac' izraz* sake. Stoga pokušajte ne zaboraviti što je bilo što je dovelo do nečega… i onda nemojte zaboraviti to odlučno zaboraviti.
My father was a prominent frogman
My mamma's in the naval reserve
When I was young I carried a gun
But I never got the chance to serve
I did not serve
Ono Yodino, unlearn what you have learned. If it comes from a muppet, it's good enough for me.
They call me Baby Driver
And once upon a pair of wheels
Hit the road and I'm gone, oh
What's my number?
I wonder how your engines feel
Swoop down the road
What's my number?
I wonder how your engines feel
- NightVovin, Under Milk Wood
Post je objavljen 23.02.2007. u 10:36 sati.