I turn my ears to newer voices,
I learn the ways of worried men,
And in the sunshine, when life rejoices,
I turn my hands to darker things.
When stiff and stuffed roll in the corpses,
Of old and young forgotten friends,
I turn my ears to newer voices,
I learn the ways of worried men.
Now hurry past the dusty limelight,
And on into a gentler frame,
I've learnt no action has its own mind,
I've found nobody plays to gain.
Comments
Steve Button | February 13, 2011 - 21:55
This is very good! I like the refrain very much
jonahs cough | February 13, 2011 - 22:01
thanks steve
fatboy74 | February 14, 2011 - 11:49
Agree with Steve.:-)
jonahs cough | February 14, 2011 - 12:19
thanks
insertponceyfre... | February 14, 2011 - 23:13
this has a nice flow to it
jonahs cough | February 14, 2011 - 23:22
thank you once again insertponceyfrenchnamehere
The Big Bad G | February 22, 2011 - 14:07
Quite an entry to ABC, not bad for a week's work. :)
This is my favourite (up to 22/02/11!). It's one of those tropes I can see carrying on for a lot longer if you wanted to run with it - that said, it's finely tuned at this length. 'When stiff and stuffed roll in the corpses' will stick with me.
jonahs cough | February 22, 2011 - 14:38
thanks very much big bad g. glad you enjoyed it. i hadn't thought of extending it though you've now set my juices flowing and i may well play around with a few extra lines. thanks again