Lady
Sitting next to me tonight
Lady
I must say, you're quite a sight
I wonder where you came from
I wonder who you are
I wonder what you're wondering
And have wandered thus far
Might you be a drama queen
With your big shiny black eyes
Might you be a dancer
With your lean and strong thighs
I fear that I shall never know
And fear to know for sure
So please stay swathed in silence
And leave me just as poor
Lady
Sitting next to me tonight
Lady
Taking up my every sight
I still wonder where you're coming from
And wonder where you've been
I wonder what you're wondering
And wonder what you've seen
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This one's another song. The structure is whack, nothing like the written structure, I don't actually know what I'm calling the chorus or whatever. I started writing it in class one day (because that's how riveting this lecturer was; at least, I was bored with being told how wrong you can be) and finished writing it in another lecture (see previous parentheses).
About Me
- Cella
- Cella is currently in some far distant corner of the universe (no joke, she can see the actual corner!). Every so often she sends a communication back to Earth and it appears on this blog. No one knows how she does it, but that's the way it happens. With her odd mix of science and artsiness, she continues to do whatever she's doing in that corner of the universe (maybe selling off stars?). [any innacurate facts are purely Cella's fault]
1 comment:
and damn... i was going to do something extra special for post number 100. oh well, we'll save it for 101, it's a palindrome.
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