BARANDAAY RODDUR…..
SUNLIT…. GALLERY……
I LAY ON THE ARMCHAIR
I’M IN NO HURRY
SIP A CUP… OF TEA….
AND GO THROUGH THE NEWSPAPER
IN SUCH SCURRY
DOORBELL RANG, AND I RUN HERE AND THERE
DOORBELL RANG, AND I RUN HERE AND THERE
WATCHMAN STANDING, YOU ARE NO WHERE…
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
EVERYWHERE…. PILE OF DUST
MY MAID HAS BUNKED
AND MY HOUSE BECOME WORST
STORE ROOM….. BLADES OF FAN
SPARROWS SAT OVER THERE
AND SING A SONG
DOORBELL RANG, AND I RUN HERE AND THERE
DOORBELL RANG, AND I RUN HERE AND THERE
MILKMAN ALSO PRESENT, YOU ARE NO WHERE…
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
ON THE TABLE… MONEYPLANT…
THERE’S NO BUCK IN POCKET
I AM INSOLVENT…
SUNLIT…. GALLERY……
I LAY ON THE ARMCHAIR
I’M IN NO HURRY
SIP A CUP… OF TEA….
AND GO THROUGH THE NEWSPAPER
IN SUCH SCURRY
DOORBELL RANG, AND I RUN HERE AND THERE
DOORBELL RANG, AND I RUN HERE AND THERE
WATCHMAN STANDING, YOU ARE NO WHERE…
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
YOU ARE NO WHERE BABY… YOU ARE NO WHERE…..
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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