The time machine was just a dream and
never real at all and
the unravelling of this travelling tale,over coffee,
under sail upon the ocean known as 'fail'
is one big disappointment to me.
I wanted to be there in Red Square when the flags came down,I
wanted to dance with Nancy Astor,
wanted to watch the disasters of wars,
watch Beethoven sweat over scores.
What a waste to be given a taste and have it taken away,
you say,
'yesterday is gone'
I think it's waiting somewhere to mess up our hair and blow through
the streets like it did once before,
one day we'll open the door and let it back in,
it's all in the mixing,
this fixing of time and
one day
today
the machine will be mine.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
The time machine was just a dream and
never real at all and
the unravelling of this travelling tale,over coffee,
under sail upon the ocean known as 'fail'
is one big disappointment to me.
I wanted to be there in Red Square when the flags came down,I
wanted to dance with Nancy Astor,
wanted to watch the disasters of wars,
watch Beethoven sweat over scores.
What a waste to be given a taste and have it taken away,
you say,
'yesterday is gone'
I think it's waiting somewhere to mess up our hair and blow through
the streets like it did once before,
one day we'll open the door and let it back in,
it's all in the mixing,
this fixing of time and
one day
today
the machine will be mine.
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