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Cauliflower Clouds..  weightless Drift silently beneath me in the blue And high above the world I notice Up here I get a birds eye view Far below the sighing city, Stretches out its ageing bones As evening falls upon the walls of this concrete jungle, overgrown – thick with tangled fitful tones. *Oh Where do you go When your sitting in an airport on your own? So.. what do ya know? When I find out what I’m here for I’ll be home.* Houses standing proudly on a hillside Are coveted by those who ride the train And the humble homes they soon return to Are dreamt of by those sleeping in the rain Amidst a million conversations   A man stands high upon a crate and begs the world to listen in His message stern, his tone irate - “Beg for your sins, its not too late!” *Oh Where do you go When your sitting in an airport on your own? So.. what do ya know? When I find out what I’m here for I’ll be home.* If I could just sit still - hold a thought in my head I could finish what I started – every word that I said But the sounds of the city keep calling to me and as long as I keep replying i'll never be free I see buildings reach to the stars And all the rainbow coloured cars The hopes and cares of life are few From up here I get a birds eye view *Oh Where do you go When your sitting in an airport on your own? So.. what do ya know? When I find out what I’m here for I’ll be home.* (C) bazookio 2014
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
Birds eye view
Cauliflower Clouds..  weightless Drift silently beneath me in the blue And high above the world I notice Up here I get a birds eye view Far below the sighing city, Stretches out its ageing bones As evening falls upon the walls of this concrete jungle, overgrown – thick with tangled fitful tones. *Oh Where do you go When your sitting in an airport on your own? So.. what do ya know? When I find out what I’m here for I’ll be home.* Houses standing proudly on a hillside Are coveted by those who ride the train And the humble homes they soon return to Are dreamt of by those sleeping in the rain Amidst a million conversations   A man stands high upon a crate and begs the world to listen in His message stern, his tone irate - “Beg for your sins, its not too late!” *Oh Where do you go When your sitting in an airport on your own? So.. what do ya know? When I find out what I’m here for I’ll be home.* If I could just sit still - hold a thought in my head I could finish what I started – every word that I said But the sounds of the city keep calling to me and as long as I keep replying i'll never be free I see buildings reach to the stars And all the rainbow coloured cars The hopes and cares of life are few From up here I get a birds eye view *Oh Where do you go When your sitting in an airport on your own? So.. what do ya know? When I find out what I’m here for I’ll be home.* (C) bazookio 2014
Bazookio
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
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