No One Knows
Nice song, sing along Karaoke style by clicking here Queens of the Stone Age, No One Knows. (right click and open in new window so don't lose this screen) Could be poetry? Copyright? Oh well. (EDIT: Mp3 removed for space restrictions on my host)
We get some rules to follow
That and this
These and those
No one knows
We get these pills to swallow
How they stick
In your throat
Taste like gold
Oh, what you do to me
No one knows
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool am I
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool am I
Ahh
I journey through the desert
Of the mind
With no hope
I follow
I drift along the ocean
Dead lifeboats
in the sun
THEY come undone
Pleasently caving in
I come undone
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool am I
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool am I
Ahhh
Heaven smiles above me
What a gift HERE below
But no one knows
THE Gift that you give to me
No one knows
Nice song, sing along Karaoke style by clicking here Queens of the Stone Age, No One Knows. (right click and open in new window so don't lose this screen) Could be poetry? Copyright? Oh well. (EDIT: Mp3 removed for space restrictions on my host)
We get some rules to follow
That and this
These and those
No one knows
We get these pills to swallow
How they stick
In your throat
Taste like gold
Oh, what you do to me
No one knows
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool am I
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool am I
Ahh
I journey through the desert
Of the mind
With no hope
I follow
I drift along the ocean
Dead lifeboats
in the sun
THEY come undone
Pleasently caving in
I come undone
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool am I
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool am I
Ahhh
Heaven smiles above me
What a gift HERE below
But no one knows
THE Gift that you give to me
No one knows
posted by AlexanderTheGreat at 11:28 PM
2 Comments:
Besides mood, there is a connection between this comment and the original post.
Franz Kafka was recuperating (from overdoing it as a writer) at Marienbad. The famous Kafka was recognized by the innkeeper's son. The young man said, "What an honor. What a pleasure."
Kafka replied, "But why?"
The innkeeper's son said, "Because ... because ... you're Kafka."
"So?"
"So? Mr. Kafka, don't you realize who you are? You are a great writer, the writer I admire most in the world."
"Have you read anything of mine?"
"Of course. Your work changed my life."
"Which work?
"Metamorphosis."
"You read it?"
"Of course I did. I read it and reread it."
"Where did you find it?"
"What do you mean, where did I find it? I bought it."
"So, you're the one," Kafka said.
THE END
Who knew? Badger boy can be clever. Critisicm disguised is always better than the alternative. * CHEER *
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