Freitag, 8. Dezember 2023

Fisher Z – The Writer

The other side of the room an empty bottle lies broken.
Purple faces are sure, of snow white sheets to soak in.
His clothes are spread around, they smell of perspiration.
A half eaten meal attracts the flies attention.
Do I Do I Do I Do I Hear the man's cries.
Do I Do I Do I Do I Look in his eyes.
Do I Do I Do I Do I Care if he dies
Do I Do I Do I Do I?
Take a paper towel and place it over his head.
Phone up reception and report him as dead.
Open up the window and expose him to light.
Push it all away from me...No that can't be right.
Ri High hight...
A continental breeze has set the blinds in motion.
Brings just a hint of change from the Atlantic Ocean.
The ancient church bell rings. Defies the march of progress.
The senoritas said you were too young to notice.
[Repeat Chorus]

2 Kommentare:

  1. Vielen Dank! Ich habe seit Jahren ungehörte Schätze hier - es war mir ein Genuss mal wieder "Red Skies over Paradise zu hören.

  2. ... was ist mir schon damals der stakkatohafte Falsettgesang auf die Nerven gegangen. Nix gegen die Texte — aber der Geasng — zum Weglaufen (Marliese hin oder her)