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MR. MUSIC part 1
Sleepwalk Mr.Music,into a summer breeze,
I woke in a purple haze,with blue suede shoes on my feet.
The lord bought me a Mercedes Benz,and a yellow submarine.
Only the lonely dance to the fifth symphony.
"Who are you",they ask"will you walk the line"?
Knights in white satin ride wild horses in my mind.
A simple man,I ramble on,while on thin ice.
Like a rolling stone,I'm closer,but blinded by the light.
You can go your own way,where people are strange.
Into the red true blue,on a horse with no name.
See the eye in the sky,riding a crazy train.
Dream on,though the ripple is something in the way.
Almost human,so I use my illusion.
Like rock and roll,ain't noise pollution.
People are people,to avoid the confusion.
No more Mr. Nice Guy,is the path I'm choosing.
Now turn the page,disarm our kids.
Crash into me,with your last kiss.
Susie Q this is where,I came in.
Fade to black,then we're a perfect fit.
Dr.Feelgood called,he said"I'm on my way."
That thief stole my love shack,when the sky gave no rain.
I couldn't give it away,where the streets have no name.
So my wishlist spelled out,"Born in the U.S.A"
Mary Jane's last dance,had me climbing up the walls.
An unchained melody,a sweet surrender from above.
This roller coaster,had me feeling,like an old man in love.
The stranglehold,then she did,falling slowly,Then she's gone..
(For those of you that know what I'm doing with this,please note...This poem has been 2yrs in the making,and any Ideas I may have missed,please feel free to let me know for part 2.This is very tough;)thank you)
I woke in a purple haze,with blue suede shoes on my feet.
The lord bought me a Mercedes Benz,and a yellow submarine.
Only the lonely dance to the fifth symphony.
"Who are you",they ask"will you walk the line"?
Knights in white satin ride wild horses in my mind.
A simple man,I ramble on,while on thin ice.
Like a rolling stone,I'm closer,but blinded by the light.
You can go your own way,where people are strange.
Into the red true blue,on a horse with no name.
See the eye in the sky,riding a crazy train.
Dream on,though the ripple is something in the way.
Almost human,so I use my illusion.
Like rock and roll,ain't noise pollution.
People are people,to avoid the confusion.
No more Mr. Nice Guy,is the path I'm choosing.
Now turn the page,disarm our kids.
Crash into me,with your last kiss.
Susie Q this is where,I came in.
Fade to black,then we're a perfect fit.
Dr.Feelgood called,he said"I'm on my way."
That thief stole my love shack,when the sky gave no rain.
I couldn't give it away,where the streets have no name.
So my wishlist spelled out,"Born in the U.S.A"
Mary Jane's last dance,had me climbing up the walls.
An unchained melody,a sweet surrender from above.
This roller coaster,had me feeling,like an old man in love.
The stranglehold,then she did,falling slowly,Then she's gone..
(For those of you that know what I'm doing with this,please note...This poem has been 2yrs in the making,and any Ideas I may have missed,please feel free to let me know for part 2.This is very tough;)thank you)
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