Tuesday, May 17, 2011

 

Just like London / Luca George Prodan

Writing on dirty paper with

nothing new to say

except that as I see it, today is

just today.

The past is ever present,

with all

its senseless pain

And through the nearest window

it nearly looks like rain

Just like London

The logs here in the fire don't

really want to burn

But as with all desire, you've got

to live & learn

The flames which mean to warm me,

warn me

That bad things can still happen

All the same

Just like London

Children laughing children crying,

Children all the same,

But you'll grow up and through

mistakes you'll learn to play

So keep your eyes peeled and

watch out for the game sneak

attacks

And keep your nose clean or

you'll end on your back

Just like London

Cheat the reaper & find a wife

Throw away your switchblade knife

Let your wounds heal

Let your heart feel,

let it feel...

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