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Old Man •• Chair leanin back •• Watching (You know where) •• Days are painted pictures We are the stories Written there We like the shadows Our lovers are the lost hurtin ones In the alleys We prey upon them Upon the weak •• Old man Ain't THE MAN He watches and knows •• Our tiny souls Our morbid fears •• Rivers of blood •• (We ain't really here We got no story !) •• The painted fabric of Day Fades as we embrace Oblivion •• Old man he gone! .•• A new child is playin On the roof of the tenement over yonder Sees the alley and the mountains far beyond
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
Aint it all quite silly?
Old Man •• Chair leanin back •• Watching (You know where) •• Days are painted pictures We are the stories Written there We like the shadows Our lovers are the lost hurtin ones In the alleys We prey upon them Upon the weak •• Old man Ain't THE MAN He watches and knows •• Our tiny souls Our morbid fears •• Rivers of blood •• (We ain't really here We got no story !) •• The painted fabric of Day Fades as we embrace Oblivion •• Old man he gone! .•• A new child is playin On the roof of the tenement over yonder Sees the alley and the mountains far beyond
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jeffrey-robin
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
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