a love song
this was written under the influence of a really messed up toxin...the fact that i'm nuts has nothing...ok i just forgot what i was thinking...i've written "6me" at the back of my hand..i must've beeen trying to not forget something...lonely as a bucket. make a whole and f*ck it. i don't say the F word. so impolite. you'll notice that after the first two stanza things of relative sanity...there is a load of completely unneccesary bullshit about telephones and ringing...i think the low point was ding dong dinging...apparently as i was writing this mess of crap the phone started ringing...i have a special hatred for telephones...so it all went downhill...and then i don't know what the hell happened...it all ends in a huge pile of crap...but since i like the start...i'll post it first.
Shall I tell you that I love you
Or shall I wait until you’re gone
It doesn’t matter, I’ll paint you a pony
And we’ll ride until dawn
Borrow money and give it to me
And I will spend it all on you
I’ll go out and buy some neck ties for three
And I won’t strangle you
Silly little jokes can save a soul today
It’s time for you to pay Let’s go out and play
Hello the phone is ringing, ding dong dinging
Say hello, the phone is ringing
Say, hello, it won’t stop singing
Hello, what’s up with the rings
So much pain the telephone brings
Shut up, my ears are calling
My head Is telling me a lie
Hello, the callers are all falling
When will the telephone die
I love to walk in the rainfall
I don’t like to get wet
But it’s better than getting another call
Would you like to take that bet??
Take my dog to the doctor
Take the doctor out
Call him on the phone It’s scary
He’s a bastard make him shout
The tree with purple looking berries
Limping limping heart beats fast sleeping on my tummy
It’s yummy
Eat another berry
yuorsssss trulyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy muk2k52k5k2k45k2k3453465363421614365 b3 pi aquare ti ka sh op
this is how i signed it off...i actually wrote this a year ago...i'm not entirely sure why i wrote the word tika shop at the end...although one guy i know has a clever philosophy...i won't put it on a blog...because my ass is too hot for you to handle and you know it. what're you talking about?
much love,
Martin Pale.
Shall I tell you that I love you
Or shall I wait until you’re gone
It doesn’t matter, I’ll paint you a pony
And we’ll ride until dawn
Borrow money and give it to me
And I will spend it all on you
I’ll go out and buy some neck ties for three
And I won’t strangle you
Silly little jokes can save a soul today
It’s time for you to pay Let’s go out and play
Hello the phone is ringing, ding dong dinging
Say hello, the phone is ringing
Say, hello, it won’t stop singing
Hello, what’s up with the rings
So much pain the telephone brings
Shut up, my ears are calling
My head Is telling me a lie
Hello, the callers are all falling
When will the telephone die
I love to walk in the rainfall
I don’t like to get wet
But it’s better than getting another call
Would you like to take that bet??
Take my dog to the doctor
Take the doctor out
Call him on the phone It’s scary
He’s a bastard make him shout
The tree with purple looking berries
Limping limping heart beats fast sleeping on my tummy
It’s yummy
Eat another berry
yuorsssss trulyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy muk2k52k5k2k45k2k3453465363421614365 b3 pi aquare ti ka sh op
this is how i signed it off...i actually wrote this a year ago...i'm not entirely sure why i wrote the word tika shop at the end...although one guy i know has a clever philosophy...i won't put it on a blog...because my ass is too hot for you to handle and you know it. what're you talking about?
much love,
Martin Pale.
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