http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TQ6PYS2Q0I
Is almost over and,
Ready to begin again
I read the lines between your name and mine
Speaks in tones like ringing telephones of fire
You alone have always been my one desire
It is like finding what is true mixed with shadows and sand
Out of time and out of the blue, fixed by your side my hand
Counts the seconds and the minutes hours, scenes do pour
Your only everything my soul loves to read and be read
I may have dreamed it all while yet asleep instead
Of writing poetry to you just so sublime
It is like waiting for a watch to trick the time...
[ She wore a blue dress when she walked in the room
And in her eyes the look I saw was filled with gloom
Is this the question I would answer all too soon
Come tell your friend what's wrong with you
Why don't you call me your baby anymore
Am I so changed from some strange love that went before
Is this the change of mind that I've been designed for
Why not your baby anymore
Those words we spoke they only seemed to block our way
The truth rang out when you called me and called my name
I don't know what I can do or I can say
Your good friends also find a way
Why don't you call me your baby anymore
Am I so changed from some strange love that went before
Is this the change of mind that I've been designed for
Why not your baby anymore. ] 'Why Not Your Baby' by Gene Clark*
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-05-29 at 17:52
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Ticking The Trick, (Of Time)
It is like waiting for a watch to tick the timeIs almost over and,
Ready to begin again
I read the lines between your name and mine
Speaks in tones like ringing telephones of fire
You alone have always been my one desire
It is like finding what is true mixed with shadows and sand
Out of time and out of the blue, fixed by your side my hand
Counts the seconds and the minutes hours, scenes do pour
Your only everything my soul loves to read and be read
I may have dreamed it all while yet asleep instead
Of writing poetry to you just so sublime
It is like waiting for a watch to trick the time...
[ She wore a blue dress when she walked in the room
And in her eyes the look I saw was filled with gloom
Is this the question I would answer all too soon
Come tell your friend what's wrong with you
Why don't you call me your baby anymore
Am I so changed from some strange love that went before
Is this the change of mind that I've been designed for
Why not your baby anymore
Those words we spoke they only seemed to block our way
The truth rang out when you called me and called my name
I don't know what I can do or I can say
Your good friends also find a way
Why don't you call me your baby anymore
Am I so changed from some strange love that went before
Is this the change of mind that I've been designed for
Why not your baby anymore. ] 'Why Not Your Baby' by Gene Clark*
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 992 times
Written on 2014-05-29 at 17:52
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