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The path of least resistance
keeps me writing toward the madness,
and slandering all the poets
still dredging ancient sadness.
When we stroke the simple minds
of the massive multitude,
we'll slay the lonely dragons
of fear and solitude.
Let's save the poetry
before our thoughts just go black blind..
Don't let that 'ol intruder
steal the darkness from your mind.
(Steal the darkness from your mind...)
As the four winds dry
the ink out of your soul,
you just stand there crystal clear.
Where sparks, arcs
and butterflies start flying.
I hear an old lady cry,
perfecting the art of dying.
Open your eyes,
here's your last chance.
Perfect your art or
take your stance.
I will take you away
because the stage ain't the play...
Let me take you away,
because the stage ain't the play.
Let's run away,
because the stage ain't the play.
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Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC
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The path of least resistance
keeps me writing toward the madness,
and slandering all the poets
still dredging ancient sadness.
When we stroke the simple minds
of the massive multitude,
we'll slay the lonely dragons
of fear and solitude.
Let's save the poetry
before our thoughts just go black blind..
Don't let that 'ol intruder
steal the darkness from your mind.
(Steal the darkness from your mind...)
As the four winds dry
the ink out of your soul,
you just stand there crystal clear.
Where sparks, arcs
and butterflies start flying.
I hear an old lady cry,
perfecting the art of dying.
Open your eyes,
here's your last chance.
Perfect your art or
take your stance.
I will take you away
because the stage ain't the play...
Let me take you away,
because the stage ain't the play.
Let's run away,
because the stage ain't the play.
.
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