A war of sounds takes place in silence
The music beats, the screaming crowd
The moaning horny girls, pure violence
A never-ending fight of which we are so proud
But each and every sound leaves traces
The ear learns and it demands more
Abused and sick of all those places
Being too late to see the door
It would have all been very easy
If we were only walking ears
We could have grown up soft and cheesy
Being afraid of wax, not tears
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Square two
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6 comments:
Awesome, as usual.
"Abused and sick of all those places/ Being too late to see the door": these two lines touched me a lot n_n
I hope it touched you in a good way, I don't want to get you down especially during these sunny days of spring (at least here in Bucharest the weather is fantastic :D )
:) I love it! But, as walking ears, we would have still been afraid of words...
hehe dont worry, it did touch me in a positive way.
The weather is marvellous in Tunis as well; spring is imposing itself.
and i just adore spring :D
antitrust, you are most certainly right. Probably the solution for is is to be walking deaf ears :P
muse, yes it's king of refreshing and energizing ;))
'Being afraid of wax, not tears'... wow...
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