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WAITING FOR THE MAN
There's nothing about this dayto make the night
within us go away
Clouds so overhanging
shadows banging
the air is vibrating
locked up in a waiting
patience on descending
restless comprehending
comprehend a ending
where to go is nowhere
but to wait
The Tailor and the Jew
The Poet and The Brewer
The Queen is looking trough the mirror
We are waiting for The Man
There sun feels like a moon
we cannot speak
just irritated loom
Sentences 'bout weather
the slow fall of the feather
mindlock on the seconds
eyes down walls daylight falls
Waiting for release
hoping for a mending
sat here backwards bending
for the minutes in the second
every watch is wrong
The Tailor and the Jew
The Poet and The Brewer
The Dancing Queen
is holding us together
We are waiting for The Man
And if you ever where strong for the game
to lose a bit of pride
for moments of divine
you where tough enough
to take whatever came
even blame
There's nothing much to say
we know it all
lost in every hour in this way
The brewer started drinking
the poet slowly shrinking
the tailor moves the iron
and tell a Jewish joke
The Jew is laughing looking
to where the queen is cooking
magic out of nothing
thunder in the air
when will he ever be here?
The Tailor and the Jew
The Poet and The Brewer
The Dancing Queen
is on the phone to someone
We are waiting for The Man
Then suddenly a sound
a car is coming
scattering the atmosphere
forget about the waiting
some things more than nothing
sun is up and sunny
round and round it's running
take the moon down for a walk
tea and table talk talk
Soon the brothers coming
they do all the drumming
and they're good!
The Tailor and the Jew
The Poet and The Brewer
The Dancing Queen
is looking gorgious
We are waiting for The Man
And if you ever where strong for the game
to lose a bit of pride
for moments of divine
you where tough enough
to take whatever came
even blame
Poetry by PapaFahr
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Written on 2009-01-23 at 15:20
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