NONKINSENSE
Adventures of an Analog Man in the Digital Universe, with a little help from my friends and relations.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Will 'ya, 'ya, just look at this Jean,
Sun, Sun, Sunday through Thursday until 3 AM and, a, a, Fri, Friday, Sat, Saturday open 24 hours! And will you just look at this, Grilled Turkey Breast or Grilled Chicken over mixed greens, tomatoes, cu, cu, cumbers, carrots, sliced red delicious apples and walnuts topped with Cranberry Sause... And, French Toast for Rockets and Robotics over there and why, they even have a Turkey Burger Deluxe here, as well.
As he walks along the gorge's edge, He meets a sense of yesteryear. A window in the bank above his head Reveals his home amidst the streets .Subway sounds, the sounds of complain tThe smell of acid on his gun of paint. As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand;-My home. Is this the way out from this endless scene? Or just an entrance to another dream?And the light dies down on Broadway. But as the skylight beckons him to leave, He hears a scream fro far below.Within the raging water, writhes the formOf brother John, he cries for help.The gate is fading now, but open wide, But John is drowning, I must decide Between the freedom I had in the rat-race, Or to stay forever in this forsaken place; Hey john! He makes for the river and the gate is gone, Back to the void where it came from. And the light dies down on Broadway.
Genesis-Peter Gabriel
