High on an undertow
I'd be caught in Cohen's undertow
flew on his words where the winds fear to go
with a chill in my song
and a heart in my soul
I keep moving along
for my mind lost control
can you hear me?
I am singing a scheme woven of whispered words
singing a start
singing a brand new heart
up where the cold is air and heavy breathing hurts
life is just the use of time you've never had
shouting words that are doomed to die
is futile as if never said
and thereby in defy of every other second-try
Ill-timed but in alliance
with wherever you are
I
shouted for silence
and whispered for war
but got neither
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Reacties op dit gedicht
| Tershi: | Zondag, februari 13, 2005 01:08 |
| i'm glad your back :) really am, tim gij bent n fijn mensje -x flo (mooi dichie ook trouwns :) |
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| Zilke: | Zaterdag, februari 12, 2005 21:36 |
| Ben je'r weer? Super! |
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| Rhodé A.: | Donderdag, februari 10, 2005 23:28 |
| tim good work again :) |
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| IntegraNatura: | Donderdag, februari 10, 2005 22:38 |
| Hmm.. Whispering for war is nothing like praying for storm ;) great! | |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 februari 2005 | ||
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