After practice by stoopix
Ekbellatrix and F-R95
As I was walkin’ down Grosvenor Square,
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air,
From the other direction she was calling my eye,
Could be an illusion but I might as well try, might as well try.
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes,
And I knew without askin’ she was into the blues.
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls,
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls.
In the heat of the evening when the dealin’ got rough,
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff.
As I picked up my matches and was closin’ the door,
I had one of those flashes, I’d been there before, been there before.
Well I ain’t often right but I’ve never been wrong,
Seldom turns out the way it does in the song.
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right.
Well there ain’t nothin’ wrong with the way she moves,
All scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there’s nothing wrong with the look that’s in her eyes
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by.
The wind in the willow’s playing “Tea for Two,”
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue,
Strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand,
Everybody’s playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band.
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I’ve looked over Jordan and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger’s not real
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo,m he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we’ll make the bugger’s eyes water.
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you’re told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
Some of these were supposed to go up last night
I’m gonna be making posts like this every one in a while to try to connect with all of you a bit more, since I can’t post photo sets as much as I’d like, I’m also going to try to post a bit more regularly, hopefully daily if tumblr will let me, let’s see how this goes
I bought tickets to see Roger Waters’ Us + Them tour, I only spent like $500 and something. It’s the closest I’m getting to Pink Floyd any time soon.
If this post gets 300,000 notes, I’ll…
Be very surprised because I don’t have 300,000 followers