i want a message in the trail
i need a ship ready to sail
i want history without the lie
i need a story with the glory
i want a life with a dizzy rhyme
i need my spirit to fully chime
i got the look for the book
the eye for the spy
a reason for the season
this song is one of ting tong – but the door responds to a different key! i can sing as high as the benevolent opera houses – while dancing in the ghetto street
all of the spectators may follow my feet
they can’t see that i learned the rhythm from the television
through the technicolor movements which professed an inspirational collision
when the beast meets the flower
a growing pain comes knocking at the hour
i got the look for the book
the eye for the spy
a reason for the season
the decadence of a pretender dressed in a preacher‘s gown
this may encourage the witness or detective to drive into town
who’s gonna go to prison or the courthouse after the replication has been made?
after the mirror has been polished from dusty to jade
over and over the lines aren’t fully played
cuz i wanna be the popular tune that encourages pretenders and detectives
i want the clown to wear the preachers gown
i want the stick to satisfy to itch
i want sanity to be a door to poetic discipline
but perhaps my wants and needs are on the blank walls of procrastination?
until then….
i got the look for the book
the eye for the spy
a reason for the season
i got the look for the book
the eye for the spy
a reason for the season
i got the look for the book
the eye for the spy
a reason for the season
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