Yes
I’m glad you empathize – with our situation
They have forgot about me – In this open nation
Me, I’ve been writing words – for a howling generation
Surprised with an open invitation – to start its own fire
(we just needed spark – we found stumbling thru the dark)
And OK you’re perfect – such a little perfect
Don’t forget a handkerchief – for the 1st time
you feel happiness
(so used to cryin’ – ah, so down & feeling untrue &
too uncool for blue)
A rearrival of myself taught me to see the present as a
present & not a rival
To see the open road
as someone dead but so grateful as a means of survival
Those lessons are only of value if you learn and let them
alone in the past
And driving with the winnings closer to my vest in a New
Mexico ---
No need to tell us which way to go – we got another
invitation for the situation
To use a new equation to formulate the value of a
rediscovered open nation
With the words of a howling generation at our backs supporting
a re-evaluation
And the new round of investments from the right backers of a
sustainable evolution
Where we’re the same stars of the revolution covered in a
new everyday media
You can see it all again & again – just crack an old
code for a fresh new start - then hit replay
And OK you’re perfect – such a little perfect
Don’t forget a handkerchief – for the 1st time
you feel happiness
(so used to cryin’ – ah, so down & feeling untrue &
too uncool for blue)
Well, blues something we’re all tangled up in – no one’s
gonna just give it you
Or even if they do it’s up to you to blow it back open again
when the bubble pops
And no one seems to have your back – because it’s all
waiting for you to come around
Down to the main part of town where they used to execute
those who clowned around
And OK you’re perfect – such a little perfect
Don’t forget a handkerchief – for the 1st time
you feel happiness - when you kick them down
We got our open invitations for a new situation – where I
don’t have to see you – ever again
And I’m so happy
Such a perfect little happy
I know I don’t have to see you (ever again)
Ever again
Never again
Never again.
2, 2, 3, 4 rhythm & blues --- go head & count it out
– but it’s not for sale,
No,
not for you.
No,
not for you.
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Written Sunday 2/17/13 by Giovanni French & the new
everyday media
Best of the Roses but
not roses colored glasses, New Media Matters: an
everyday art
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