Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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Happiness / hit her / like a train on a track



Coming towards her / stuck still / no turning back


She hid around corners / and she hid under beds /


She killed it with kisses and from it she fled /


With every bubble she sank with a drink /


And washed it away down the kitchen sink.




Run fast for your mother; run fast for your father /



Run for your children all your sisters and brothers /


Leave all your love and your longing behind.


You can't carry it with you / if you want to survive


Happiness / hit her / like a bullet in the back



Struck from /a great height


The dog days are over /

The dog days are done /

Can you hear the horses/

'Cos here they come