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Aaron Mullin Sep 2014
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Why is there no checklist for life?
Can you say … recipe for disaster …
If you’re planning to fail …
… then you’re failing to plan

I cut my teeth in a house where we could eat off the floor if we so desired
The floor was either that clean or some other innate wisdom was built into that statement

And I thought my inane wisdom came from ...

Do you, don’t you want me to love you?
#9 #9
Now somewhere in the Black Mountain Hills of Dakota
**** Sadie you broke the rules
Singing in the dead of night
Obla-di
Why don’t you stare into your own Glass Onion

… Beatles

(My head is spinning, ooh...
Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, alight!
I got blisters on my fingers!)
betterdays Apr 2014
here i am..
walkin the line,
that's blowin in the wind.
suantering down the
pathways of my mind,
not knowing where to
begin.
cause i've seen fire and
i've set fire to then rain
had sunshine on my shoulders
been addicted to  the pain
run for the roses
on the glorious road
sat on a dewdrop
carried a ain't too heavy load.
danced in the rain
turned the tables
read the fables.
been another brick,
in the big brick wall.
conversed with
the mildy insane,
went to the chappel.
drank bucksfizz and
straight champagne.
been to paradise.
been to me.
waited at the copa,
wanted to be bornfree.
sat on the dock
and watched the
bad moon rise.
walked 500miles
saw it rain in spain.
knocked on the green door
of the lobstershack.
took the stairway to
heaven,
by the dash board lights.
rode a avalanche back.
built this city,
had a drink at the pub
with no beer.
talked to the solitary man,
about the days of the old
school yard.
laughed a lot.
stood down on the corner,
thinking of  fernando
and red red wine.
sent my message via a bottle,
to be heard on  the grapevine.
got my self all dizzy,
dancin with myself,
at the the fairground.
but didn't cry out loud
found my true colours,
tarnished and dusty,
in of all places, xanadu.
waiting now with bright
eyes, for my baby to arrive,
he took the morning train
me i am keeping busy
watching the world drift
by on granma's featherbed
all the while the nips are getting bigger. send in the
clowns to run amok
downtown and i will sit on top of the world lookin at bothsides now.
see me trying for
jumpin jack flash  
gas-satisfaction.
whilst losing my religion,
after six months in a leaky
boat and four seasons in one day.

all i've really got to go
with is:
obla dee obla da
life goes on
blah......

life goes on.
thanks to r for the inspiration
had a lot fun with this
also a big nod to all the artists whose lyrics are running round my synapses
Seamus Jan 2023
— Tuning Up —

Michael has strange currencies.
John passes funny papers.

The werewolf’s outside Trader Vic’s,
hand-sampling Now & Laters.

— U2 (Live in Tarsus) —-

Lucifer and Ariadne —
Virgil, Mentor, Paul.

Mentat —
Quizatshad-r-ach.

All one,
so follow all.

— He Is Dead —

I could live ‘til 64,
never knowing how old Paul is.

Obla di obla
and coo-coo-ca-choo —
Tag!
Now you’re the walrus.

— You Two Live (in Tarsus) —

Berlin. These boutique references
confuse, and who to call?

The song says we’re all prisoners,
here, so — better make it
Saul.

— Song & Such —

“I guess it’s not our day”, she said,
still watching. No whales surfaced.

“At least not yet”, I thought. She smiled.

Her hair was future perfect.

— The End —