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.

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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 21, 2008

    Genius.

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  2. SaraMay 22, 2008

    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

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  3. JOVIANMay 23, 2008

    man, that windscreen is really dirty.

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  4. MetamaticianMay 24, 2008

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

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  5. HansMay 25, 2008

    Simple and truthful song. Live while you can.

    A simple fly - ready to die.

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