Wednesday, May 21


Fly On The Windscreen.
(Martin L. Gore)

Death is everywhere.
There are flies on the windscreen, for a start.
Reminding us, we could be torn apart.
Tonight.

Death is everywhere.
There are lambs for the slaughter, waiting to die.
And I can sense the hours slipping by.
Tonight.

Death is everywhere.
The more I look, the more I see.
The more I feel a sense of urgency.
Tonight.

Come here.
Kiss me.
Now.

Come here.
Kiss me.
Now.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Genius.

Sara said...

I like that!

By the way, it's your move on Scrabulous. Stupid FB didn't notify me you'd played. This could be the longest game in history. :-S

JOVIAN said...

man, that windscreen is really dirty.

Metamatician said...

Lol. Why do you think there's a fly on it?

Hans said...

Simple and truthful song. Live while you can.

A simple fly - ready to die.

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