Tuesday, 3 March 2009

I Tangoed 'til I was sore

I play the grandpiano whilst i’m singing out my soul
trying to keep my rotting teeth from falling out
stumbling love-drunk down pathways only the beautiful have led
re-creating the magic from the books that I have read
with too many thoughts in my mind crossed with too much cheap weekend wine
I lay enchated in the meadows then I sing long into my bed
passing out beneath the stars and smiling in my soul
I’ve found the beauty in life
turns out it’s been there all along.

This week has been Tom waits & American Poetry

- Tango 'till they're sore.

get nerdy.