You ask me lover
What's the point
Can't you see
That there's not one
Yet at the same time
One exists
Yes - perhaps
The greatest point of all
It's because I can
That is why
And want to
So one day - I will
No, not to spite you
That's not me
You know that
C'mon now listen
Who cares what science
Says of sound
This object
Could alter my world
If I possesed it
Lily Allen
On Vinyl
A big, round L.P
A true work of art
Lilys' art
Existing beyond its form
I can hear it now!
Every note pressed
Perfectly
Filling the air
With its captured sound
Yet I can hear you argue
Making a scene
Missing the point
Trying to persuade me
That C.D's better
Clearer sound
More modern too
But that's never it
For years I've wanted
That record
I'd watch it
Go round and around
Yet for years I've chosen
Not to buy
But to deny
Myself the pleasure
Often I have thought
I'll buy it
Sit and watch
Its nothingness go
But I loved all that
Nothingness
Simple fact
That I did not own it
But now soon I will
Hold it here
Commited
Its nothingness gone
And I will play it
Night and day
Untill you see
It's because we can.
"Say what you say, Do what you do. Feel what you feel, As long as it's real" Lily Allen
"That is what I mean when I say that man is condemned to be free: condemned, because he did not create himself, yet nonetheless free, because once cast into the world, he is responsible for everything he does." Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism is a Humanism
- Author: dbremner ( Offline)
- Published: November 26th, 2011 14:08
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Comments1
Ah, long time no see! I like that "be real" admonition. This has a serious message almost subtly woven into its little scene and argument, nigh intriguing and fascinating. Desire for what might not be the best because it has been long adored. Satisfaction with lesser because beloved. Mayhap I've missed the message? Interesting and thought-provoking. I like it.
Nice to see you here again. Seems a sorry replica of what it was a year ago, a ghostly playground whose former playmates have scattered to greener pastures...or? Me too...sort of...and sort of not.
Glad ya like it!
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