Ah, Try and dj. What a lovely way to spend an evening.
Angels, American version: (the Brits won't get it)
Artist: Robbie Williams Lyrics
Song: Angels Lyrics
I sit and wait
does an angel contemplate my fate
and do they know
the places where we go
when we´re grey and old
´cos I´ve been told
that salvation lets their wings unfold
so when I'm lying in my bed
thoughts running through my head
and I feel that love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
and through it all she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I'm right or wrong
and down the waterfall
wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
when I come to call she wont forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
when I'm feeling weak
and my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
and I know ill always be blessed with love
and as the feeling grows
she breathes flesh to my bones
and when love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
and through it all she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I'm right or wrong
and down the waterfall
wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
when I come to call she wont forsake me
I'm loving angels instead.
and for you, Canada:
Parallel Universe
by Robert L Ferrier
What happens to creations destroyed by the artist before being seen by anyone?
Erased art lives in a shadow world
cut stanzas of first draft poems
digital photos deleted
like that shot of the goose at the pond
leg tumor forcing a looping gate
loser in the race for thrown bread
or ill conceived e-mails at midnight
flawed judgments consigned to nether worlds
excised at the speed of light.
Yet these rejections reconvene
a caucus of radical delegates
to a conference of unelected
freak art
rewoven
into a Joseph's robe of many colors
more felt than heard or seen.
Wow! It's working, folks.
Tomorrow our Turtle man will be coming home.