“There once was a boy who felt no love,
His heart was taken and kept above.
Locked in a box, he hadn’t the key,
For around the neck it lay of old grampy.
Grampy, can I please have the key, begged the small boy.
No no, said grampy, it isn’t a toy!
But I need my heart, I feel so hollow inside.
I’m sorry my lad… And once again he was denied.
Away the boy walked, unsure how to feel.
Without a heart, no emotion is real.
Just then he had an idea come to brain.
He knew at last how his heart to regain.
He loved his grampy or at least he thought so,
Without his heart he would never know.
So with just a small “tip” [tip]
Grampy went into the flames,
Cursing and screaming and calling him names.
Quickly grampy was engulfed by a firey sea.
All that was left were some bones and a key.
At last his heart could be his once again.
He unlocked the box and removed it and then
With a zip and a squish all his feelings returned.
He realized the only person who loved him, he burned…
And in the end the boy sighed one last little moan,
He then keeled over,
Sad and alone.”
:: Roman Dirge’s Lenore - Noogies
His heart was taken and kept above.
Locked in a box, he hadn’t the key,
For around the neck it lay of old grampy.
Grampy, can I please have the key, begged the small boy.
No no, said grampy, it isn’t a toy!
But I need my heart, I feel so hollow inside.
I’m sorry my lad… And once again he was denied.
Away the boy walked, unsure how to feel.
Without a heart, no emotion is real.
Just then he had an idea come to brain.
He knew at last how his heart to regain.
He loved his grampy or at least he thought so,
Without his heart he would never know.
So with just a small “tip” [tip]
Grampy went into the flames,
Cursing and screaming and calling him names.
Quickly grampy was engulfed by a firey sea.
All that was left were some bones and a key.
At last his heart could be his once again.
He unlocked the box and removed it and then
With a zip and a squish all his feelings returned.
He realized the only person who loved him, he burned…
And in the end the boy sighed one last little moan,
He then keeled over,
Sad and alone.”
:: Roman Dirge’s Lenore - Noogies
11 Sociability:
ah, eu sei como são as músicas no repeat.
as vezes, elas ficam lá e fazem bem...[no momento não.]
melhora sim...leva um tantinho, mas quando passa você ri e pronto.
[to esperando esses dias ainda. tô quase lá.]
esteja bem aí.
beijo.
não conheço a musica. vou tratar disso. *
eu ainda vou falar inglês direitinho minha cara chaka.
afinal, eu passei ou nao passei no vestibular para fazer inglês?!
hihihi.
beijos!
fui ao bairro. sem dinheiro no coiso. depois o coiso ficou sem bateria. quero mandar o coiso para a pia, mas tenho receio de que a pia o cuspa de volta.
(os meus preferidos da lenore são o da bola de pêlo e o do little bunny foo foo.pois. como se isto tivesse algum interesse. enfim.)
*
O inicio fez-me pensar no "nature boy" do David Bowie.
Beijo meu e boa 2a-feira,
A Elite
Excelente poema. A historia faz-nos pensar até que ponto o que queremos nos fará bem e principalmente até que ponto o que estamos dispostos a fazer para o conseguir nao deitará tudo a perder... nem sempre os meus justificam os fins e mesmo que ele merecesse ter o seu coração aquela não era certamente a melhor forma de o conseguir...
Dark kiss*
PS:tens uma reportagem para ler no pensamentos fixos...
Bichinha azul... :)=
Dark kiss.
e eu deixo-te outro beijo.
Fabulástico e tu?
beijos Prinçusa
querida chakka, cheguei à conclusão que és a pessoa mais simpática do mundo. (depois de saber que o bernardo te andou a enfiar bandas pelos ouvidinhos)
saudades. quero encontrar-te assim, por acaso, como gosto que seja.
espero que tenha corrido tudo bem em Londres. um beijo o/
bom...minha mãe resolveu me encher por hora...cansada disso já.
fora isso tá tudo meio bem.
e tu?
aquele desenho é tosco...só pra ensinar a sweet, minha amiga, como desenhar no paint. rs
beijo.
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