09 October 2007

sleep is calling, finally

1 comment:

  1. of all the warmest feelings we are allowed to be embraced by, is sleep. Who expressed more eloquently than Bob...
    Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
    Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
    In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

    Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
    Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
    The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
    Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
    Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
    Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
    With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
    Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

    ----I'm heading that way myself!
    Marc :)


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