![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marnanelI want to go to SLEEP but my brain is writing the LIBRETTO for a ROCK OPERA VERSION of THE WASTE LAND.
Yeah, April is
The month that breeds
The lilac plants
That no-one needs
It stirs the roots
With boring rain
And drags us round
The year again
enters, high-kicking
I'll show you FEAR...
in a handful of DUST...
and they CALL ME the HY-A-CINTH GIIIIRRRL.
---
She's just thirty-one, and now look at her face,
I tell you she's past her prime.
And then, when that chemist gave her the pills...
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME.
Why'd you get hitched if you didn't want kids?
You with your teeth, it's a crime.
Think of poor Albert now he's demobbed.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME.
---
please make it stop.
Yeah, April is
The month that breeds
The lilac plants
That no-one needs
It stirs the roots
With boring rain
And drags us round
The year again
enters, high-kicking
I'll show you FEAR...
in a handful of DUST...
and they CALL ME the HY-A-CINTH GIIIIRRRL.
---
She's just thirty-one, and now look at her face,
I tell you she's past her prime.
And then, when that chemist gave her the pills...
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME.
Why'd you get hitched if you didn't want kids?
You with your teeth, it's a crime.
Think of poor Albert now he's demobbed.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME.
---
please make it stop.
no subject
Date: 2012-01-12 01:59 pm (UTC)