05-24-2013, 01:00 AM
Smallish edit plus new last stanza:
The French was lovely.
Coming up next
in the theatre of lusting hearts:
You rock now!
Show no inhibitions
and no underwear!
My Lady Applebright: you are
right for my heart,
so: no drama, please,
as we approach perfection.
I feel so sublime
when I'm fading away
into other nirvanas.
Please, chase my uneasy
right out through the door.
Can you do that,
can you love me
while I am dead?
Born under a bad sign,
under a cheesecake moon.
When I was born
heaven made a mistake,
and it is hard times sometimes
to refuse the remedy.
The clowneries of love affairs aside,
when summer bumps into me,
my goodbye address will read:
the French, it wasn't bad.
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Original:
The French was lovely.
Coming up next
in the theatre of lusting hearts,
and now You rock,
show no inhibitions
and no underwear,
My Lady Applebright: you are
right for my heart[
so: no drama please
as we approach perfection.
I feel so sublime
now in my prime
fading away
into other nothingnesses.
Please, chase my uneasy
right out through the door.
Can you do that,
can you love me
while I am dead?
Born under a bad sign,
under a cheesecake moon,
When I was born
heaven made a mistake,
and it is hard times
to remedy that not.
Let me repeat for you just this:
the French was not bad.
The French was lovely.
Coming up next
in the theatre of lusting hearts:
You rock now!
Show no inhibitions
and no underwear!
My Lady Applebright: you are
right for my heart,
so: no drama, please,
as we approach perfection.
I feel so sublime
when I'm fading away
into other nirvanas.
Please, chase my uneasy
right out through the door.
Can you do that,
can you love me
while I am dead?
Born under a bad sign,
under a cheesecake moon.
When I was born
heaven made a mistake,
and it is hard times sometimes
to refuse the remedy.
The clowneries of love affairs aside,
when summer bumps into me,
my goodbye address will read:
the French, it wasn't bad.
---------------------
Original:
The French was lovely.
Coming up next
in the theatre of lusting hearts,
and now You rock,
show no inhibitions
and no underwear,
My Lady Applebright: you are
right for my heart[
so: no drama please
as we approach perfection.
I feel so sublime
now in my prime
fading away
into other nothingnesses.
Please, chase my uneasy
right out through the door.
Can you do that,
can you love me
while I am dead?
Born under a bad sign,
under a cheesecake moon,
When I was born
heaven made a mistake,
and it is hard times
to remedy that not.
Let me repeat for you just this:
the French was not bad.
